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24 June 2016 @ 10:58 am
 
Okay. So, if you don't hear from me for a while, if I'm not online, it's because I am dealing with the fact that I'm in the process of watching my country jump off a fucking cliff.

If you don't know, the UK voted to leave the European Union yesterday.

And I think I would have been able to cope with that, it might have been okay, if the Leave campaign hadn't been SO FUCKING XENOPHOBIC and SO FUCKING RACIST and obviously preying on peoples fears. It might have been okay if the Remain campaign hadn't been such doom predictors (turns out they were right though) and had focused on every fantastic thing the EU has done for us since it's inception.

But Leave were like that, and Remain didn't do that and the fact that almost all my colleagues at work are European, the fact that British farming survives thanks to EU subsidies and the Common Agricultural Polity (flawed, yes, but propping up Britain's farmers nonetheless), the fact that they paid for the Sage in Gateshead and Tosside Village Hall near where I grew up and the majority of Cardiff and Belfast being rebuilt and keeps our NHS in doctors and economy in the red, all of that apparently DIDN'T MATTER because someone yelled IMMIGRANTS and people went DON'T WANT.

I found out at 4.30 this morning that Leave was in the lead, and at 5.30 this morning that Leave had won.

I cried.

And then I had a brief internal debate as to whether to ring my parents. To cry down the phone at them and demand that they fix this, in the way that all children turn to their parents to fix things when something horrible happens. And in the end I decided hearing my mum and my dad, with their sensible opinions and unconditional love, was the better option.

This is the first time I've ever done that, rang my parents at some godawful time to cry down the phone. I think mum was honestly very worried for a moment, because early morning calls are not calls you ever want to make or receive. She asked, "what happened?" and I replied "what do you THINK happened?"

And my mum is great. So great. I told her that I wanted to go home - not where they live but that more nebulous 'home' that is the country you love and recognise - but my home was no longer my home. And it won't be. We let xenophobes and racists win, we told Europe we didn't value the massive contribution they and their people had made to our country - and what is more we essentially told ALL OTHER IMMIGRANTS in this country that we don't really think they're welcome here either - we pleased the European far-right, showed Trump he has a chance, pandered to liars and cheaters (fucking Farage has already said that the "£360m a week" figure that he said went to the EU will unlikely be spent on the NHS despite the fact that THAT WAS THEIR MAIN CAMPAIGN SLOGAN) and definitely, definitely facilitated the breakup of the UK. Scotland will vote to have a second referendum on Scottish Independence. I was dead against this the first time they had it, because I consider myself British and by leaving they'd be breaking up the foundation of my national identity, but now I'm like GO FOR IT. Don't get shackled to the fucking Little Englanders who care so little about their children's future that they're happy to tip their economy off a fucking cliff (The UK economy had £360bn wiped off it in 5 hours. The drop in the pound is so great that we've gone from being the 5th largest economy in the world to the 6th).

And it was my parents generation who voted for this. Under 30s voted overwhelmingly to stay and over 60s voted overwhelmingly to leave. The older generations voted for a future the younger generation doesn't want. And we can't fucking go back.

My mum, bless her, apologised for this. As did my dad.

My mum also said "I think you should think very hard about talking to alphaflyer." Basically telling me to emigrate to Canada. My sister will probably stay in Australia once she's there. Though that's also a fucking racist country to maybe not. I'm thinking of preemptively moving to Scotland - maybe for a masters, and then becoming a Scottish national in the event of Scottish Independence. Hell, Northern Ireland might secede to the Republic. Gibraltar might revert to Spain. Argentina might get the Falklands (though out of all of them, this is the one I believe least likely to happen) England and Wales will rattle around, owning the Pitcairn Islands and fucking Bermuda because we've basically permanently rented the British Indian Ocean Territories to the US (and treated everyone there super fucking badly in the process), and float away into the North Sea in a cloud of economic depression and irrelevance. OR we'll trigger a global recession and fucking World War Three.

I have never felt as powerless in a democracy as I do now. And what is worse, I was so proud to be British. Not English, mind you, but British. Yes, we have bad karma up to our eyeballs for many hundreds of years of colonial bullshit but - this is my country, we were getting so much better and now we're backsliding into the late fucking 70s. And it'll probably only take 20 years for the people who voted for it do all FUCKING DIE, leaving the poor schmucks who never wanted this in the first place to pick up the fucking pieces.

And now I'm too angry and sad so I will stop. But here, have this:

 
 
 
A clean house is the sign of a misspent life: Hawkeye can'talphaflyer on June 24th, 2016 10:28 pm (UTC)
Four (FOUR!!) of my British friends have asked me that same question already (apparently #movingtocanada is a thing). All I can say is, we aren't the perfect solution. People in my country elected Stephen Harper THREE TIMES, the last time with a majority ...