Tory MPs seem to think it’ll all be fine, although they don’t seem to cognate shortages of medicine (little chance) with hold-ups in ports (substantial chance). They’re in their own bubble, feeding off their own propaganda, ignorance, furthered by Guido Fawkes, The Sun, the Telegraph, their friends in the club, The Vine Show, the BBC, they’re all locked in their own swirl of self-supporting conviction. The lie’s only as good as the mileage it’s given and vice versa. It’s like the junk bonds and debt repackaging that led to the 2008 crash.
Meanwhile our useless MP Liz Twist, amid tweets and posts about opening a new park bench, tweeted something about people needing to check what medicines they’ll need re shortages from Brexit. She did a paragraph on Brexit in her NEw YEar’s letter, but that’s it. We have this slither of a ‘warning’ … Christ her leadership on this is beyond contemptible, as the wife and I have found to our greatly frustrated cost.
Letter to the Journal, sparked by an MP shitting on FoM.
I am a journalist, a writer, among other things. As a creative I don’t make a huge amount of money, I’m not interested in it, but I earn enough, I pay my dues, I don’t sponge.
Freedom of Movement is part of my life and my work, I was away in Germany just last year for some months, recuperating from various things, networking, working, paying my way. I was thinking of moving there, as millions of Brits have done and would do, going off to find and create opportunities, making their way through true entrepreneurs, benefiting from the vast Single Market that Margaret Thatcher championed.
This is a right for 65 million Brits and their descendants that’s being cast to the bin.
As millions of Europeans have done for the UK, built their homes, lives, families, businesses here. What the overwhelming majority, overwhelming majority bring to this country in skills, earnings, and humanity, on every front, money, tax as well, they contribute far more than they take out.
Killing Freedom of Movement kills all that. I can’t just up sticks and park up anywhere across the continent unless I’ve hit some minimum income threshold which as a freelance I might make some year, but not the next. And so it’ll be for millions of other Brits who’re now effectively trapped in this country, who may have nothing here, but cannot leave and develop on the continent, and lose out on all they could do, and all they could bring back.
The million-plus British, with their British passports, who took up the opportunities open to them in Europe are continuing to face serious stress, years now, about their future, their lives abroad, having been wholly abandoned by HMG for having taken up the very opportunity that HMG brokered for them and enshrined in treaty and law. The same is as tragically true for millions of Europeans here, who were assured by the government, by Leave at the referendum, that whatever happened their status would not change. But now they have to apply, to be vetted, to live in their own homes, to apply to stay in the country they call home, but now where any random fool will hear their accents and be pushed, spat at, barked at, ‘leave means leave! You should be gone! Go home! Queue jumpers!’, and all the other vile bullshit spat out by this government and its policy of a Hostile Environment, aided and abetted by liars like Tim Martin and the far-right press.
Who voted for this?
I’ve got friends in Berlin, level-headed sane people, like I do in the US. They are as afraid as many people here at the speed with which this country is heading towards becoming a vicious, racist little police state, an impoverished, isolated land where its executive and governing party appear cravenly beholden to thugs in hi-viz, to little Englanders, to imperial fantasists and outright con-men.
Whether Brexit happens, in whatever form, whether it’s abominable or by some weird miracle somehow is unicorns on sunlit uplands for all, what will not change, what is only going to get worse, is this pernicious, pitiful but utterly vile undertow of xenophobia and hate that this whole process was apparently inspired by but has served to capitalise upon, stoke up and normalise. This legacy will take decades to undo, meanwhile, we are losing and will continue to lose the best of our friends who’ve come from just across the water, and from there no-one will replace them. This is already and will only worsen to hammer our NHS, our industries, our research facilities, our universities, our communities, our families, our lives, our country, for decades.
That’s what the loss of Freedom of Movement means. It’s not just bean-counting crop-pickers like chattle. And they’re people, too.
Anyway, I’m booked to go to London to SODEM on Tuesday. SAturday I was going to do stalls in Whitley Bay and Stockton, but I’ve been called to ride shotgun for Anna Turley MP as the EDL are planning to make her life Hell.
What fucking times are these?
Days of our lives.
You know, they don’t have to be quite so interesting, all the time.