My second day in Majorca has been overshadowed by fear, panic and disappointment. Today, on 24th June 2016, the UK voted to leave the European Union and took with it every shred of national identity I possessed. This morning, at 5:30am local time, the ‘Remainers’ including hundreds of thousands of young educated individuals stared at their TV screen in utter shock as it was statistically revealed that the Leave campaign had been successful in their plight to divide a nation, a continent and a world. I will freely admit that I am devastated, and this morning I shed tears of shock and hurt that my fellow Britons had chosen this fate for me.
Offical statistics since the bombshell have shown that 75% of young people voted to remain compared to only 35% of over 50s. I can’t help but feel that those who this decision will affect the most have been forgotten about. If the increase in UK university tuition fees wasn’t enough for young people to realise they don’t matter, then this has been the final nail in the alienation coffin.
‘It’s happened now, Britain has spoken; get over it!’ cry the Leave side and yes you are of course right. You have spoken in your masses and you have won, but don’t tell me you wouldn’t be taking to the streets if this was not the case. You have all been so passionate and vocal in your plight that we should be allowed to mourn the loss of a truly amazing partnership; without your gloating comments.
Our economy has nose dived, Nigel Farage has already admitted that the Leave campaign have lied about many of their claims, and our Prime Minister has publicly resigned. Our country now faces the most uncertain future in years, and it’s all down to the people. You can blame the government all you like but we as a nation did this and now the young people of this country will be picking up the pieces. As per usual.
Mostly though I am not angry about what might be, because that is now our destiny and we deserve whatever comes. I am angry about what the UK (soon to be England after another inevitable Scottish referendum) has projected to the world. That we are not a tolerant country, that we reject peace and unity and we would rather risk our future than work together to make the world a better place. We have slammed the door on the EU’s face in the belief that we can still be the ‘Great Britain’ we once were: Nationalistic, Xenophobic and arrogant.
While we now have to try and rebuild our broken country, along with the broken friendships that have been caused along the way; I find myself wondering whether I truly belong in this country that I was once so proud of and is now so ugly to me. And as I look up at the EU flag that flies unashamedly from a building in this small, secluded bay in the Mediterranean, I can’t help but feel that one of those stars has disappeared; and it’s never coming back.