The last few pages on here absolutely sum up the disconnect and division that has crept into our politics over the years and created growing anger and resentment. There is a growing thing of making people justify their opinions. People get a kick out of asking people to justify a feeling or a thought and then when people struggle to explain it or justify it, invalidate it. I'm a human. I have thoughts and feelings, that I can't help and actually, do you know what, I don't actually have to justify them to anyone.
Immigration. This whole debate about whether immigrants represent a threat or not, what various statistics do or do not say about immigration.....its all gonads.
For me: there's been too much immigration, too fast. It's not the immigrants. It's me.
I don't feel safe and secure in my own country half the time. I don't want to live amongst loads of people that don't look like me, think like me and that i struggle to communicate with. If I wanted to live somewhere with loads of mosques, women with covered faces, halal butchers, chai shops, I'd have stayed in the middle east (where I was born) or I'd have moved there. If I wanted to live amongst polski sklep shops, euro food stores and what have you, I'd have moved to eastern Europe.
I don't want to have to repeat my order 3 times in Starbucks because the batista can't understand me and I can't understand her. I don't want to end up in the wrong street because my taxi driver couldn't speak English.
I recently had a major operation. First one in my life. First time being put to sleep. I was scared and stressed. I've previously had a horrific experience with a foreign doctor when my kid had a seizure and they couldn't bloody communicate. So when I was sent the list of surgeons all but one was Asian or was white but had a foreign name. I didn't know if they were British Asian or foreign. The white ones with foreign names could have been born here too for all I know but I wasn't going to take the chance. I chose the white guy with the Anglo Saxon name. To feel safe.
Am I racist? I actually don't care. I don't care if you can bring me endless stats showing immigration is a positive. It's meaningless. It's not a positive for me at all. Emotionally. If you want to label me for that then go on. I don't give a f***.
Everyone has tolerance levels of varying degrees. More and more people's tolerance levels are being breached. That much is pretty clear. People have had enough of being told what the right way to think is.
The whole Brexit issue is another encapsulation: "explain why Brexit is a good thing AAAAH you can't, you're just a thick racist".
I don't have to justify voting to leave. I can explain why I did if you want me too but actually "i just don't want to be part of the EU and that's all there is to it" is a valid opinion. Whys it valid? Because I was asked one way or the other by my own government and I gave them.sn answer.
And one of the things increasing numbers of people didn't like about the EU is intertwined with the whole gonads of "you're not allowed to have an identity now." We're all Europeans now and that Italian guy over there has the same rights you do here as we are all Europeans aren't we? And waving a St. George's flag is racist and only thick gammon do that.
Funny because I don't look like the Italian bloke. I don't think like him. I don't eat the same things as him, and i can't speak very well with him. But I've just got to sit here, tolerating feeling less and less comfortable, in my own home. Struggling to communicate with people in my own city, feeling like I belong less and less. Pale, stale and male. Gammon. Thick. Racist.