A Small Revision of History

Not exactly what you'd call a fic, though certainly based on another work. I'm getting a little angry about some of the rhetoric about Syrian refugees, and it reminded me of something.

Scene: the Egyptian border, desert, night. An official is shuffling paperwork, stamping forms, signing papyrus, the usual. Two adults, one carrying a small child, approach them

Man: Excuse me, we were hoping to be able to take shelter in your country. We've come a very long way, and we would be so grateful.
Official: Huh? Oh, Aramaic. I speak it, so you're in luck. What do you want?
Man: We've just come from a terrible scene, and we need asylum, my wife, our child, and myself. Can you help us?
Official: Where are you from?
Man: Bethlehem.
Official: The place that just had that terrorist attack?! That nut job king killed all those boy babies! Horrible!
Man: It truly is. My wife and our child barely escaped. We had to leave our home, all our possessions, our friends, our families, everything we've ever known, but we were told you may be able to help us.
Official: Let me get this straight. After running away from your country, you, someone who doesn't speak the language, want to come here and live. How do I know you aren't terrorists yourself?
Woman: We are not terrorists! Those people who were killed, they were the children of some of our best friends! We're trying to flee from that violence. We most certainly are not part of it. We've given up everything to be here.
Official: That's exactly what a terrorist would say. How else did you get away if you weren't in on it.
(The couple exchange glances.) Man: We knew trouble might come, so we left.
Official: You are Jews, right?
Both: Yes.
Official: And so is Herod! If you really didn't want to be associated with everything he's done, you'd be logical and convert to our religion and worship Ra and Isis and Horus. Now, if you think about converting, maybe we'll let you in. How do you feel about scarab beetles?
Woman: Just because one group of people did something terrible and they happen to be our religion, that doesn't make our religion bad or convince us to worship other gods.
Official: See! You sympathize with them! You're a different religion, you speak a different language, you're poor, and for all I know, you want to blow up the pyramids with all of Joseph's grain in them!
Man: That's not where Joseph kept...
Official: Right, and next you'll tell me he was a Jew too!
Woman: ... well, yes.
Official: Look, just go back to your own country and clean that up on your own and leave us alone. We've got much bigger problems to worry about. The wine jugs celebrating the feast of Isis this year are just red. No hieroglyphics, no pictures of lotus flowers, just red! It's blasphemy!
Man: We can't come in?
Official: No, you riffraff! Now get out of here before I call out the army on you and make you leave.
Man: Come, Mary. We will not go where we are not wanted.
(As they leave, the Baby begins to cry, and it's an unnatural sound, more like the sobbing of an adult than an infant. It is entirely possible He is still weeping today.)

Take from it what you will.