So Fair and Foul a Day I Have Not Seen
The deed is done. And much like Macbeth as he returns from the act of killing Duncan, uncertainty resounds.
In the early hours of Friday morning the British people voted to leave the EU 51.9% vs 48.1%. To many this was met with bewilderment, surprise and anger. How could a referendum be the right tool to decide so big a decision? Why should we even have a democracy if people can’t be trusted to vote correctly?
I was astonished. How could a plucky band of political outsiders take on the British, European and Global establishment and win? Nigel Farage, George Galloway, Daniel Hannan, Michael Gove and Boris Johnson. Characters, certainly, and united only in the very bluntest of ideals. Yet, despite all the odds, despite the £9,000,000 in tax payer money spent on the infamous pro-EU leaflet, despite the remain camp receiving incredible funding from companies including JP Morgan, Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs, despite the ridiculous and self-destructive UKIP refugee poster, despite even Obama, Merkel and Cameron, quite possibly the three biggest leaders of the ‘free world’, campaigning for the UK to remain, we voted out. Defiantly out.
One hopes we are past denying that the European Union is a flawed institution, that sought to centralize power far away from the masses and redistribute wealth from the smaller countries, such as Greece, and move it into the private hands of the powerful.
We have, for better or worse, rended ourselves from the EU and invoked the terrible gift of self determinism, the double edged sword we now must wield.
There is beauty in finality. And our decision should certainly be final. We must now see the road before us as an opportunity, a brave new world in which we must triumphantly tread. We must celebrate in what we have achieved in the last forty years and build stronger ties with both our close geographical European friends as well as our more distant allies. We must use this opportunity to heal our internal wounds, to strengthen the United Kingdom that has lasted since 1707, that is bound by language, culture and law, and to move forward.
The deed is done. Bedraggled, tired, wounded, divided and wrought between the parody of the shadow our own crumbled empire and the now crumbling empire of Europe we must carve our new identity and work together to finally divorce ourselves of those mighty parents. Fear not what we have lost, fear what we stand to gain.