Well, Friday’s EU Referendum result was not what I hoped for. It brings up some many emotions ...
I’m sad about the lost possibilities and opportunities, particularly for the Tubblet and her generation. One of the fun things about going on holiday in Europe is wandering around and imagining that we could actually live there. (After a language skills upgrade of epic proportions). No more. Those doors are closed.
I feel ashamed that UK politics is in the state it’s in. Everyone seems pretty much out for themselves and will do and say anything to get ahead. Regardless of the consequences.
No one talked about the pros and cons of EU membership. The whole Leave campaign felt a bit like 3 months of people slagging off anyone who isn’t from around here and made casual racism acceptable again. One of the men campaigning in our city centre had what can only be described as, “Racist Tourettes”. “Migrants! Migrants were coming!” While the Remain campaign just kept telling us the sky would fall if we left. (Looking at the news this morning, they may have had a point).
I’m fearful. No one seems to have an actual plan of what we want to ask for now once Article 50 is triggered. And there are no guarantees we’ll get anything at all.
What impact will Brexit have on jobs and communities. The 2008 crash was horrific and we’re still not over it. The fall out will hit the poorest, most vulnerable, leading to more austerity that we’ll have to cope with on our own.
I’m frustrated because all I can do is watch, pray and hope for the best.
I am in Europe but not of Europe. Indeed, I has a sad.