>My neighbours are Romanian. A family of three. They are not strangers to me. My other neighbours are Pakistani. A family of five. They are not strangers to me.
>In my extended family, some new arrivals have Czech, Filipino and Estonian blood in their veins along with my mix of Irish, Welsh, Scots and English. These children aren’t strangers to me.
>
>My future son-in-law, a newly qualified lawyer from Bulgaria, isn’t a stranger to me.
>These people are no more strangers than my Scottish neighbours, my Irish and English and Welsh family, my Celtic-daft Glaswegian other son-in-law to be.
>But I’m a stranger now. A stranger to my own country. If this is Britain, then I don’t recognise what my country has become since the time of my birth. I don’t say this from nostalgia, rather despair.
>I feel this land within me. I was born in London, educated in Belfast, and call Glasgow home. I love and respect every part of our country. But I hate what has been done to it.
>As a child, a teenager, a young man in his twenties, then as a freshly-minted husband, a new dad approaching 30, and a writer entering mid-life, I saw Britain as flawed – as every nation is – but on a journey to bring us all increasingly closer together.
>Over the last 10 years, though, that collapsed. We’ve been driven apart by politicians, and vast swathes of the British media, who separate us on the grounds of race, gender, religion and sexuality. There’s power in division. But only mourning now for the notion of togetherness.
>So I’m estranged from the ruling spirits of this country, the politicians and the pundits, who say we must anatomise into ever-more separate categories of identity.
>The dam holding back that sense of estrangement burst this week. That a Labour Prime Minister would seek to claim that the people who share this island with me are strangers broke its banks.
>Keir Starmer knew what he was saying and who he was saying it to, he didn’t accidentally chose to mimic the words of Enoch Powell.
>A party I grew up believing in, a party which my family supported from its formation a century ago, is now dead. I don’t know what Starmer is trying to create in its place, but it isn’t the party of unity and solidarity I once knew.
>I know how migrants to this country feel about the words Starmer deployed, because I’ve asked them. I’ve asked my friends and my neighbours and my family.
>There’s hurt for sure, but there’s also a sense of fear, a sense of fear which doesn’t wish to be spoken of too loudly in case by naming the fear it walks into their lives.
>We’ve been turned into an island of cruelty, not of strangers. I see and hear the same sense of fear among trans friends. They feel hounded, shamed; they feel utterly alone, that nobody speaks for them.
>They cannot even use a public bathroom, any more. If they speak for themselves – if they lose their temper, which they have done, with those who degrade and belittle them – they are labelled abusers.
>Defend the trans community at your peril. Women who speak up like Nicola Sturgeon are stripped of the right to call themselves feminists, they’re labelled handmaidens. Men who defend the trans community are labelled misogynists, groomers, rape apologists.
>None of this is true. Just as it’s not true that refugees and migrants are destroying Britain. This country is being destroyed by obscene income inequality. That’s the simple truth.
>Britain has chosen to put the weakest in the firing line: the foreign outsider, the sexual outsider.
>Cruelty has made us an absurd country. In order to appease concocted fear around the “foreign other” we’re now going to destroy our own care system.
>Labour doesn’t even believe what it says. Starmer has defended immigration in the past, just as he defended trans people in the past.
>However, Starmer has embraced his status as a hostage of the right-wing press and the insanity of social media and so beat his own principles to death.
>Our cruelty seems to blind us to all other cruelties. I cannot watch the news that emerges from Gaza without my stomach turning at the colossal horror unfolding in my lifetime, live-streamed to us. And yet, silence is all I hear from politicians.
>Silence on death. Endless clamour against the weak.
>What is this country any more? What do we represent?
>Is there a debate needed around immigration? Yes, for pity’s sake, yes. The effective open borders policy which the Tories developed cannot stand. But Starmer is not debating, he is scapegoating. He is unleashing demons.
>Was there a debate needed around any clash between women’s rights and trans rights? Yes, of course. But Britain turned that debate into a hunt, into a sadistic zero-sum game.
>Once upon a time, these were not our values. Didn’t we believe in fair play, sensible debate, defending the underdog? Aren’t these the principles we were raised with as children?
>Where are they now? We can discuss immigration, we can discuss the rights of sexual minorities, without humiliating people who are in truth just like us. By engaging in a debate of this nature we humiliate ourselves. We reduce ourselves.
>I’m perhaps now “out of time” no longer in tune or in synch with the spirit of this age. Maybe I’m what can now be called “old-fashioned”.
>Whatever I am, I’m a stranger today to the mood unfolding across Britain. I’m from a now-distant time when we walked towards a united future, when we tried very hard to deal with our differences and conflict in a way which granted dignity and respect to all.
>However, politics and the media – two industries in which I’ve been immersed my entire adult life – have proved so incompetent at navigating the challenges which life presents, that the path this country now walks is one of hatred and cruelty.
>So my estrangement feels profound. Though it is not complete, because with my friends and family – all those different nationalities, all those different sexualities – I feel fully at home.
Neil Mackay. The wank’s wank.
Should have supported independence, eh Neil?
>Whatever I am, I’m a stranger today to the mood unfolding across Britain. I’m from a now-distant time when we walked towards a united future, when we tried very hard to deal with our differences and conflict in a way which granted dignity and respect to all.
>However, politics and the media – two industries in which I’ve been immersed my entire adult life – have proved so incompetent at navigating the challenges which life presents, that the path this country now walks is one of hatred and cruelty.
>So my estrangement feels profound. Though it is not complete, because with my friends and family – all those different nationalities, all those different sexualities – I feel fully at home.
I think Mackay is halfway there. When he writes about the mood unfolding across Britain and contrasts it with living in his community, with his friends and family, I think he is contrasting the rhetoric that’s playing out across the media and political class; and the lived reality of people across the UK.
That isn’t to minimise the harm that people are experiencing as a result of that rhetoric, as a result of the policies that are being inflicted upon them, but to highlight how few of our politicians and pundits are successfully integrating into our society and the destruction they’re inflicting on us.
Unfortunate headline. Most won’t read beyond it.
A proper condundrum. I have always been left leaning, welcoming of all, but I do find myself questioning whether we’re heading in the right direction. It feels like everything is on it’s knees, from the NHS, police, schools, local government – it’s creaking. 6-10 hour waits in A&E, ambulances not showing up for hours, police with no resource to tackle the crime that affects people most. The majority of us pay multiple forms of tax and it doesn’t seem to touch the sides now. You wouldn’t keep paying for any other service that doesn’t work or breaks down, yet we must.
It’s easy for politicians and the upper classes to wax lyrical on these things, but they often don’t live inner city, or in the poorer parts of the towns/cities they represent – those areas affected most by uncurbed immigration. As a result, they’re completely out of touch with the average citizen. If you ignore the population and allow misinformation to spread for long enough, resentment builds and spills out onto the streets. We end up with things like UKIP, reform, BNP and Brexit; which was essentially a vote against immigration (at least for the majority).
I find myself (and indeed many of my former left leaning friends) looking at the situation with a different view and those on the right becoming ever more voracious in their opinions. For me, we should be able to have these kinds of conversations without being afraid of the R word coming into play. Is letting hundreds of thousands into the country a detriment to our quality of life? Should we look at a skills based immigration system, whilst still having space for genuine refugees? Is it better to tackle the source and help fix the war torn areas these people are coming from (given the west has created a lot of the chaos over the last few decades)? Let’s not forget the ultra rich people/corporations hoarding money offshore and avoiding paying their equal share, they also cause untold damage – perhaps fixing that could yield better results.
I don’t think we’d have such a problem, if we had the capacity to deal with the exploding population and the crisis that brings with it. I’m all for having a diverse country, immigrants have brought so much positive to this damp island, but I feel we’re at a real fork in the road here. I just don’t know…
This comes across as someone who has read one part of a one sentence, and leapt to a conclusion without considering what it means in context.
The wording he used was as follows:
>”In a diverse nation like ours, and I celebrate that, these [shared rights and responsibilities] become even more important. Without them, we risk becoming an island of strangers, not a nation that walks forward together.”
IMO that paragraph starts by very explicitly acknowledging that your Romanian neighbours or your Bulgarian son-in-law can be full and equal part of that *diverse* nation.
The point is: if we don’t have a common understanding of issues, polarisation is the result and we become ‘strangers’.
Those two strangers could as easily be two British-born people; one a middle-class employer whose business partially relies on immigrant workers, the other an employee who might have seen their wages stay stagnate, in part because their employer found it easier to hire qualified workers from abroad than to train them up.
(I’m not saying immigration is the sole or main source of wage compression btw, I’m just using it as an example of how we might see the same dynamic differently).
If we don’t find common ground, and help these groups understand each other, they will feel ignored and lurch towards more extreme positions – this is one such issue and there are others where the same principle applies.
What happened is yoons fell for the pish, again.
Extremism sells papers, gets clicks, gets the money.
There is no middle ground on a whole bunch of issues now. Anyone attempting nuance gets it from both sides, and few have the endurance to carry on against the constant morale-sapping attacks.
Sensible debate is no longer possible in the online age, without someone expending a whole lot of money to buy enough exposure to put forth a moderate position, and who in the hell is going to do a thing like that ? Not fucking melon husk, or rupert murdoch, or nigel farage, or jakey rowling or anyone.
and too often, the language of “We need to have a sensible debate on:” is used by the extremists anyway, to assert that whatever their extreme position is, is the sensible position, and anyone who disagrees is an extremist of _the wrong kind_.
the result is hyperpolarisation, where it becomes an affront to someone should their viewpoint turn out to only have 49% support, and the opposing one 51%.
take for example the whole thing with the Supreme Court and the “Woman” definition. Where in the hell are all the people saying “okay we need a better Equality Act then” ? From what I can see, it’s almost entirely extreme positions that are the only ones visible in the media space.
If Neil Mackay wasn’t such a walloper, I’d agree. This just smacks of “I Didn’t Think The Lepoards Would Eat My Face! Says Man who voted for Lepoards Eating Faces Party”.
Better Together but
My problem with Neil Mackay is that his every viewpoint on everything is just predictable. This columns are lefty Scottish nationalist paint-by-numbers.
However, on this one he at least stretched himself to a vaguely interesting admission: that the current situation of 700,000-odd net migration cannot stand. For all too many on the hipster left, the idea that any control on immigration is racist has become an entirely silly article of faith.
But he doesn’t really get involved in that debate, or why it’s unsustainable, though. He wants to talk about the rhetoric. And his own experience.
Well, to state the obvious, that’s not everyone’s experience. A dusting of middle class diversity, the odd Romanian neighbour and Bulgarian solicitor son-in-law is one thing. He doesn’t mention that the experience of this diversity for many is essentially ethnic monocultures: ghettos in some of Britain’s cities where where the idea of cultural integration is a non-starter.
If he wants to say these people aren’t strangers to him, by all means – go and talk to them. Look at the wives who speak no English and the husbands that muddle through. Ask them about their politics and beliefs – I imagine there are more than a few issues where he’d find not we’re-all-the-same cheerfulness, but a huge cultural gulf. It’s pretty telling that London is, by dint of its multicultural status, one of the most small-c conservative parts of the country on issues like homosexuality.
This guy is asking for a reasonable debate about immigration while twisting the words of KS into a ridiculous parody of Enoch Powell – thereby poisoning the debate he claims to want.
Here are some facts:
1 Labour are in government
2 Immigration is so high it’s leading to civil unrest.
3 Criminal gangs are trafficking people and then sending them off to drown in the English Channel.
And now here’s a prediction:
If Labour don’t get a handle on immigration then the next government will, and the next government are likely to be a bunch of absolute cunts.
You are right that debate is no longer possible due to both sides of the line. Extremes on both sides are damaging the country, there are those who go all out attack and try to ruin your life and career should you dare debate the need to control borders, or have a discussion on trans people in sports for example. They hunt you down and literally ruin your life. Likewise those who use it to push racist agenda on the right.
I don’t trust any party, they all lie. They are all self serving. We do have quality of life issue, but culturally Scotland has a problem with ambition and those who wish to better themselves. I’m from Glasgow, grew up in very modest environment, but was called repeatedly a posh Tory cunt because I’m educated and went to university. I was further called a Tory cunt because I’ve worked my ass off and succeeded in my career. I detest the tories, never voted for them, never will, but simply by being educated and earning a good wage I’m tagged a Tory cunt. What sort of mindset is that? Scotland is about dragging everyone down instead of lifting everyone up.
If I try and debate the way the country spends money, or our punitive tax rates which’s discourages growth, I’m told to fuck off to England.
You seem to be very much crying about one side of the fence and not recognising how the extreme left are every bit as damaging.
Either way, stop yer greetin.
The fact he has occaisonal neighbours of one or two different nationalities in one of the most white-native parts of the UK doesn’t disprove the general arguement. Furthermore, inner city Glasgow is closest as possible to a ‘melting pot’ as possible in Scotland, and Glasgow council boundaries contain just over 10% of the population of Scotland. The Glasgow experience is not the Scottish experience.
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>My neighbours are Romanian. A family of three. They are not strangers to me. My other neighbours are Pakistani. A family of five. They are not strangers to me.
>In my extended family, some new arrivals have Czech, Filipino and Estonian blood in their veins along with my mix of Irish, Welsh, Scots and English. These children aren’t strangers to me.
>
>My future son-in-law, a newly qualified lawyer from Bulgaria, isn’t a stranger to me.
>These people are no more strangers than my Scottish neighbours, my Irish and English and Welsh family, my Celtic-daft Glaswegian other son-in-law to be.
>But I’m a stranger now. A stranger to my own country. If this is Britain, then I don’t recognise what my country has become since the time of my birth. I don’t say this from nostalgia, rather despair.
>I feel this land within me. I was born in London, educated in Belfast, and call Glasgow home. I love and respect every part of our country. But I hate what has been done to it.
>As a child, a teenager, a young man in his twenties, then as a freshly-minted husband, a new dad approaching 30, and a writer entering mid-life, I saw Britain as flawed – as every nation is – but on a journey to bring us all increasingly closer together.
>Over the last 10 years, though, that collapsed. We’ve been driven apart by politicians, and vast swathes of the British media, who separate us on the grounds of race, gender, religion and sexuality. There’s power in division. But only mourning now for the notion of togetherness.
>So I’m estranged from the ruling spirits of this country, the politicians and the pundits, who say we must anatomise into ever-more separate categories of identity.
>The dam holding back that sense of estrangement burst this week. That a Labour Prime Minister would seek to claim that the people who share this island with me are strangers broke its banks.
>Keir Starmer knew what he was saying and who he was saying it to, he didn’t accidentally chose to mimic the words of Enoch Powell.
>A party I grew up believing in, a party which my family supported from its formation a century ago, is now dead. I don’t know what Starmer is trying to create in its place, but it isn’t the party of unity and solidarity I once knew.
>I know how migrants to this country feel about the words Starmer deployed, because I’ve asked them. I’ve asked my friends and my neighbours and my family.
>There’s hurt for sure, but there’s also a sense of fear, a sense of fear which doesn’t wish to be spoken of too loudly in case by naming the fear it walks into their lives.
>We’ve been turned into an island of cruelty, not of strangers. I see and hear the same sense of fear among trans friends. They feel hounded, shamed; they feel utterly alone, that nobody speaks for them.
>They cannot even use a public bathroom, any more. If they speak for themselves – if they lose their temper, which they have done, with those who degrade and belittle them – they are labelled abusers.
>Defend the trans community at your peril. Women who speak up like Nicola Sturgeon are stripped of the right to call themselves feminists, they’re labelled handmaidens. Men who defend the trans community are labelled misogynists, groomers, rape apologists.
>None of this is true. Just as it’s not true that refugees and migrants are destroying Britain. This country is being destroyed by obscene income inequality. That’s the simple truth.
>Britain has chosen to put the weakest in the firing line: the foreign outsider, the sexual outsider.
>Cruelty has made us an absurd country. In order to appease concocted fear around the “foreign other” we’re now going to destroy our own care system.
>Labour doesn’t even believe what it says. Starmer has defended immigration in the past, just as he defended trans people in the past.
>However, Starmer has embraced his status as a hostage of the right-wing press and the insanity of social media and so beat his own principles to death.
>Our cruelty seems to blind us to all other cruelties. I cannot watch the news that emerges from Gaza without my stomach turning at the colossal horror unfolding in my lifetime, live-streamed to us. And yet, silence is all I hear from politicians.
>Silence on death. Endless clamour against the weak.
>What is this country any more? What do we represent?
>Is there a debate needed around immigration? Yes, for pity’s sake, yes. The effective open borders policy which the Tories developed cannot stand. But Starmer is not debating, he is scapegoating. He is unleashing demons.
>Was there a debate needed around any clash between women’s rights and trans rights? Yes, of course. But Britain turned that debate into a hunt, into a sadistic zero-sum game.
>Once upon a time, these were not our values. Didn’t we believe in fair play, sensible debate, defending the underdog? Aren’t these the principles we were raised with as children?
>Where are they now? We can discuss immigration, we can discuss the rights of sexual minorities, without humiliating people who are in truth just like us. By engaging in a debate of this nature we humiliate ourselves. We reduce ourselves.
>I’m perhaps now “out of time” no longer in tune or in synch with the spirit of this age. Maybe I’m what can now be called “old-fashioned”.
>Whatever I am, I’m a stranger today to the mood unfolding across Britain. I’m from a now-distant time when we walked towards a united future, when we tried very hard to deal with our differences and conflict in a way which granted dignity and respect to all.
>However, politics and the media – two industries in which I’ve been immersed my entire adult life – have proved so incompetent at navigating the challenges which life presents, that the path this country now walks is one of hatred and cruelty.
>So my estrangement feels profound. Though it is not complete, because with my friends and family – all those different nationalities, all those different sexualities – I feel fully at home.
Neil Mackay. The wank’s wank.
Should have supported independence, eh Neil?
>Whatever I am, I’m a stranger today to the mood unfolding across Britain. I’m from a now-distant time when we walked towards a united future, when we tried very hard to deal with our differences and conflict in a way which granted dignity and respect to all.
>However, politics and the media – two industries in which I’ve been immersed my entire adult life – have proved so incompetent at navigating the challenges which life presents, that the path this country now walks is one of hatred and cruelty.
>So my estrangement feels profound. Though it is not complete, because with my friends and family – all those different nationalities, all those different sexualities – I feel fully at home.
I think Mackay is halfway there. When he writes about the mood unfolding across Britain and contrasts it with living in his community, with his friends and family, I think he is contrasting the rhetoric that’s playing out across the media and political class; and the lived reality of people across the UK.
That isn’t to minimise the harm that people are experiencing as a result of that rhetoric, as a result of the policies that are being inflicted upon them, but to highlight how few of our politicians and pundits are successfully integrating into our society and the destruction they’re inflicting on us.
Unfortunate headline. Most won’t read beyond it.
A proper condundrum. I have always been left leaning, welcoming of all, but I do find myself questioning whether we’re heading in the right direction. It feels like everything is on it’s knees, from the NHS, police, schools, local government – it’s creaking. 6-10 hour waits in A&E, ambulances not showing up for hours, police with no resource to tackle the crime that affects people most. The majority of us pay multiple forms of tax and it doesn’t seem to touch the sides now. You wouldn’t keep paying for any other service that doesn’t work or breaks down, yet we must.
It’s easy for politicians and the upper classes to wax lyrical on these things, but they often don’t live inner city, or in the poorer parts of the towns/cities they represent – those areas affected most by uncurbed immigration. As a result, they’re completely out of touch with the average citizen. If you ignore the population and allow misinformation to spread for long enough, resentment builds and spills out onto the streets. We end up with things like UKIP, reform, BNP and Brexit; which was essentially a vote against immigration (at least for the majority).
I find myself (and indeed many of my former left leaning friends) looking at the situation with a different view and those on the right becoming ever more voracious in their opinions. For me, we should be able to have these kinds of conversations without being afraid of the R word coming into play. Is letting hundreds of thousands into the country a detriment to our quality of life? Should we look at a skills based immigration system, whilst still having space for genuine refugees? Is it better to tackle the source and help fix the war torn areas these people are coming from (given the west has created a lot of the chaos over the last few decades)? Let’s not forget the ultra rich people/corporations hoarding money offshore and avoiding paying their equal share, they also cause untold damage – perhaps fixing that could yield better results.
I don’t think we’d have such a problem, if we had the capacity to deal with the exploding population and the crisis that brings with it. I’m all for having a diverse country, immigrants have brought so much positive to this damp island, but I feel we’re at a real fork in the road here. I just don’t know…
This comes across as someone who has read one part of a one sentence, and leapt to a conclusion without considering what it means in context.
The wording he used was as follows:
>”In a diverse nation like ours, and I celebrate that, these [shared rights and responsibilities] become even more important. Without them, we risk becoming an island of strangers, not a nation that walks forward together.”
IMO that paragraph starts by very explicitly acknowledging that your Romanian neighbours or your Bulgarian son-in-law can be full and equal part of that *diverse* nation.
The point is: if we don’t have a common understanding of issues, polarisation is the result and we become ‘strangers’.
Those two strangers could as easily be two British-born people; one a middle-class employer whose business partially relies on immigrant workers, the other an employee who might have seen their wages stay stagnate, in part because their employer found it easier to hire qualified workers from abroad than to train them up.
(I’m not saying immigration is the sole or main source of wage compression btw, I’m just using it as an example of how we might see the same dynamic differently).
If we don’t find common ground, and help these groups understand each other, they will feel ignored and lurch towards more extreme positions – this is one such issue and there are others where the same principle applies.
What happened is yoons fell for the pish, again.
Extremism sells papers, gets clicks, gets the money.
There is no middle ground on a whole bunch of issues now. Anyone attempting nuance gets it from both sides, and few have the endurance to carry on against the constant morale-sapping attacks.
Sensible debate is no longer possible in the online age, without someone expending a whole lot of money to buy enough exposure to put forth a moderate position, and who in the hell is going to do a thing like that ? Not fucking melon husk, or rupert murdoch, or nigel farage, or jakey rowling or anyone.
and too often, the language of “We need to have a sensible debate on:” is used by the extremists anyway, to assert that whatever their extreme position is, is the sensible position, and anyone who disagrees is an extremist of _the wrong kind_.
the result is hyperpolarisation, where it becomes an affront to someone should their viewpoint turn out to only have 49% support, and the opposing one 51%.
take for example the whole thing with the Supreme Court and the “Woman” definition. Where in the hell are all the people saying “okay we need a better Equality Act then” ? From what I can see, it’s almost entirely extreme positions that are the only ones visible in the media space.
If Neil Mackay wasn’t such a walloper, I’d agree. This just smacks of “I Didn’t Think The Lepoards Would Eat My Face! Says Man who voted for Lepoards Eating Faces Party”.
Better Together but
My problem with Neil Mackay is that his every viewpoint on everything is just predictable. This columns are lefty Scottish nationalist paint-by-numbers.
However, on this one he at least stretched himself to a vaguely interesting admission: that the current situation of 700,000-odd net migration cannot stand. For all too many on the hipster left, the idea that any control on immigration is racist has become an entirely silly article of faith.
But he doesn’t really get involved in that debate, or why it’s unsustainable, though. He wants to talk about the rhetoric. And his own experience.
Well, to state the obvious, that’s not everyone’s experience. A dusting of middle class diversity, the odd Romanian neighbour and Bulgarian solicitor son-in-law is one thing. He doesn’t mention that the experience of this diversity for many is essentially ethnic monocultures: ghettos in some of Britain’s cities where where the idea of cultural integration is a non-starter.
If he wants to say these people aren’t strangers to him, by all means – go and talk to them. Look at the wives who speak no English and the husbands that muddle through. Ask them about their politics and beliefs – I imagine there are more than a few issues where he’d find not we’re-all-the-same cheerfulness, but a huge cultural gulf. It’s pretty telling that London is, by dint of its multicultural status, one of the most small-c conservative parts of the country on issues like homosexuality.
This guy is asking for a reasonable debate about immigration while twisting the words of KS into a ridiculous parody of Enoch Powell – thereby poisoning the debate he claims to want.
Here are some facts:
1 Labour are in government
2 Immigration is so high it’s leading to civil unrest.
3 Criminal gangs are trafficking people and then sending them off to drown in the English Channel.
And now here’s a prediction:
If Labour don’t get a handle on immigration then the next government will, and the next government are likely to be a bunch of absolute cunts.
You are right that debate is no longer possible due to both sides of the line. Extremes on both sides are damaging the country, there are those who go all out attack and try to ruin your life and career should you dare debate the need to control borders, or have a discussion on trans people in sports for example. They hunt you down and literally ruin your life. Likewise those who use it to push racist agenda on the right.
I don’t trust any party, they all lie. They are all self serving. We do have quality of life issue, but culturally Scotland has a problem with ambition and those who wish to better themselves. I’m from Glasgow, grew up in very modest environment, but was called repeatedly a posh Tory cunt because I’m educated and went to university. I was further called a Tory cunt because I’ve worked my ass off and succeeded in my career. I detest the tories, never voted for them, never will, but simply by being educated and earning a good wage I’m tagged a Tory cunt. What sort of mindset is that? Scotland is about dragging everyone down instead of lifting everyone up.
If I try and debate the way the country spends money, or our punitive tax rates which’s discourages growth, I’m told to fuck off to England.
You seem to be very much crying about one side of the fence and not recognising how the extreme left are every bit as damaging.
Either way, stop yer greetin.
The fact he has occaisonal neighbours of one or two different nationalities in one of the most white-native parts of the UK doesn’t disprove the general arguement. Furthermore, inner city Glasgow is closest as possible to a ‘melting pot’ as possible in Scotland, and Glasgow council boundaries contain just over 10% of the population of Scotland. The Glasgow experience is not the Scottish experience.
Well said.
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