Once, while in the USA I’d driven down from New York to Newport, a town, where once the richest had their mansions. Even as I gazed in awe at the size of their imposing castles, when entering, I saw how they made it a point not to showcase their wealth.
It was almost like saying, “We are rich, but we don’t need to show off! Come in and see where you also can reach through hard work!”
I saw unseen humble, gracious hosts, all millionaires and billionaires!
Ah, America! The land of the free, the home of the brave, a nation built on Christian simplicity. A country where a guest was treated with kindness, not condescension; where the host offered bread and warmth, not a puffed-up chest.
But then, we witnessed an extraordinary spectacle—the grand skirmish between Donald Trump and Volodymyr Zelensky, and alas, humility was nowhere to be found.
Now, hosting is an art. It is not merely about opening your door; it’s about opening your heart. The true measure of a host is not in the grandeur of his chandeliers or the size of his steak but in the dignity he extends to his guest. Sadly, that didn’t happen, and Zelensky found himself less a guest and more an unfortunate contestant in a gladiator contest.
Picture the scene. The Ukrainian president, war-torn and weary, arrives hoping for a handshake, perhaps even a reassuring word. Instead, he finds himself in the ring, facing a host who believes that power is best displayed through dominance, not dignity. Trump, ever the showman, towers over him, his smirk as wide as his ambition, while poor Zelensky, caught between desperation and diplomacy, nods as though trapped in a caged white house.
A host with grace extends generosity without strings, but Trump, the shrewd businessman, had a different idea. "I scratch your back, you scratch mine," he seemed to suggest, as he dangled military aid like a treat before a reluctant dog. "You want help? Well, how about a little investigation first?" It was less a conversation between allies and more a cheap mafia flick, with Trump playing the role of an ill-mannered Don.
America, they tell us, was built on values—faith, humility, and a firm handshake. But on that day, we saw none of it. Instead, we saw a stage where might outshouted right, where a guest was belittled instead of bolstered, and where the simple dignity of hospitality was lost in a sea of smugness.
A guest is not a pawn. A guest is not a bargaining chip. A guest is an opportunity—to show grace because real power is not in making others feel small but in lifting them up.
Alas, on that day, the humility I had seen in the Newport mansions stood in sharp contrast against a vulgar display of Trump Towers...!
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