Brexit : The End with no New Beginning
I am feeling a profound sense of loss today. My country, my tolerant, welcoming, open, progressive, supportive, multicultural, friendly country, disappeared in 24 hours of shame and heart-breaking closed-mindedness. The referendum has dragged me, and 48% of this country from light into darkness. Their insecurities about our culture (and let’s face it, this was the overwhelming reason) has caused possibly the biggest insecurity in decades. It has made me apologetic for my country, not for the minority of idiots fighting at a football game, but for 52% of our UK voters. I have found myself saying sorry to my European friends, to people on Twitter, and to the lovely French guy in Pret who I say hello to when paying for my overpriced salad fix. I have found myself looking at everyone on the street with an eye of suspicion, did they vote out? Did they condemn us to this? I’m also feeling a real loss of identity. Above all I do identify myself as European first, British a very far o...