Vote With Your Feet, The Ballots Don't Listen
I was born in what is lauded by progressives as the multicultural hub of Bradford. I’ve grown up alongside these so-called “immigrants”; they’ve been my friends, my classmates, my adversaries and a hugely valuable part of my life.
On the last day of my final A-level exam in 2012, having witnessed the beginnings of austerity ideology, I packed my rucksack and moved to Scotland.
Bradford has been neglected by the government for decades, which I know from my mother’s position within the local council, and the Tories certainly weren’t about to do a 180 on funding allocations, so I followed my socialist leanings and make the leap.
In 2015, I voted Yes to Scottish independence, because I believed that continued union with England would lead to a world of grief; isolationism, class war, racism rinsed with half-truths and outright lies.
Yesterday’s referendum result vindicates that opinion.
If the Ukippers want “Britain for the British” (ie white) then I shall gladly be a traitor and use every scrap of democracy available to me to stay as far away from their ilk as possible.
Those thousands who are wailing on Twitter about their regret about voting Leave have my sympathies, as they were sold a pack of lies.
It does, however, especially when taken into account with the most popular EU-related Google search queries, call into question the mental capacity of those voters.
Demographically, the elderly (65+) were the biggest boost for the Leave result. These people are also statistically the least likely to be computer literate, which would have given them access to information outside the British propaganda machine.
The whole situation is ugly. I’m glad Europe got shot of England, they deserve better.
If one believes in socialist values, collaboration, unity and fellow-feeling, all I can advise is get yourselves north of the border, sharpish.