Today is an important day. As you will probably be aware, it is the day of the EU referendum in the UK, where we decide whether or not we still want to be a member state of the European Union. As I went to vote on my way home from work this evening, I felt somewhat nervous, as I got the sense that I was taking part in something that will become a part of British and indeed world history. There was an aspect of fear, of whether I was making the correct choice, and of whether the decision that the country votes for will be the correct one in the long run.
I have been undecided for a long time regarding the way that I was going to vote, but at the same time have known deep down the way I was going to go since the outset. I think it would surprise my younger self though. The thing that has annoyed me about the whole thing is that way that the immigration card has been played continually, and how people seem to think that pulling out will allow us to magically solve the problem. If the country can loose track of several thousand people, why would this be any different if we pull out? Will border control suddenly be able to count again? No. Of course not. It is just closet and not-so-closeted racism on a scale that allows it to become legitimate. Our country has always been intimately entwined with the wider continent, and it is foolish that people should think it right for it to be any different. Hell, trace any ‘British’ person’s ancestry back, and you’ll find French, Germanic, Danish, etc. We’re all European, however much we may not like it.