When David Cameron announced the Brexit referendum last year after he was elected as prime minister of the U.K., I knew this meant trouble.
I, as a third culture kid, was born in London and have lived there. Parts of me belong there, just as they do in other countries I have grown up in. However, this is different. English is my first language. As much as I feel Polish, Italian or English, I am European. Or I was.
This whole Brexit campaign was a whirlwind of lies upon lies. Nigel Farage denied what he had written on a big red bus “350 million pounds will go back to the NHS” (national health system) these 350£ were being sent to the EU, supposedly that is, that sum was before the rebate. So the figure was more like 125 million pounds. Even so, the pound at the same time dropped to its lowest in 30 years. David Cameron then stepped down. The candidate which was thought to lead the conservative leadership campaign was Boris Johnson, who also led the leave campaign, is himself an immigrant and attended the European school in Brussels which was founded by the European Commission itself, so why campaign to leave? The experience clearly taught him nothing. Then the EU and Angela Merkel decided that there will be no trade negotiations until article 50 is applied. The leave campaign started regretting publicly their decision. Everyone was suddenly Irish. And all this happened in time for lunch.
I campaigned myself to stay in the EU. The remain campaign had warned of all these downfalls.
The rise of hate crime in the U.K. has been deafening, it is deplorable behaviour in any circumstance, however Brexit has, I think, has given people a sense of superiority which for some reason is a plausible excuse to be racist. The graffiti, the signs, the public insults are quite frankly, a disgrace.
Before all this happened I thought that my England was a tolerant, accepting country, and was so diverse. There are more non uk citizens in London than uk citizens. But with all this hate, this is not the England I know.
England a part of my identity? I don’t feel it is anymore. As Europe is a part of my identity, I feel like it has been ripped apart and left me with pieces. The two are not compatible anymore. Quite frankly, all these events, which started at the general election, have broken my heart and have left me feeling lost.
Europe has been my home for many years. The E.U. Provided me with an education, friends from all over and a home which I have now lost. What is next to come, no one can tell. Might it be a Scottish independence, an Irish unification or London calling to become an independent state. Whatever the outcome may be, I hope for a United Europe and an end to racism.