Rosie's Brexit Diary
10 December 2018

Yesterday's March for Freedom

Yesterday I went to the March for Democracy. It is hard to say how many people attended because I did not get sight of the entire crowd. It was a good number but not huge.

 

As soon as the march was announced there was a massive media campaign against it because Tommy Robinson was speaking. This media campaign is deeply and powerfully hypocritical and I assembled a lot of notes intending to write a Diary entry or two on the subject. Unfortunately I ran out of time, and instead I wrote about the Withdrawal Agreement and the behaviour of Parliament.

For any reader unfamiliar with the issues regarding Tommy Robinson, I invite you to listen to him speak to Oxford University in 2015 and form your own opinion.

I was not able to stay for the whole of yesterday’s march but will tell you what I found:

There were two contradictory emotions in evidence:

(1) A definite happiness, from:

- being together with like-minded people

- having an opportunity to say loudly and clearly that we voted to LEAVE the EU and expect to LEAVE

- the friendly atmosphere, both within the crowd and from those who were watching

(2) A combination of despair and fury over the actions of our politicians who promised to implement whatever the people decided - and who reiterated that promise in their election manifestos of 2017 - and who spoke in person to their constituents and told them they would enact Leave - and who now intend to make Britain into a permanent vassal state of the EU.

What else can I tell you? Most of the banners were home-made and they were heartfelt, and many were witty too. I am sorry to admit that I forgot to take any photographs but if any reader would like to send in a picture of their banner I can put it on here. As the march was assembling I saw two or three peculiar banners with curious curved symbols and if anyone can explain to me what they were about, again, please write in - but they did not look nice and I did not see them again so perhaps they were asked to leave the event.

I had good long conversations with perhaps 15 different people. Every person I spoke to was very friendly and had thought long and hard about the issues. There were people of many different nationalities/origins and the age ranged from teenage to 70+.

I was there on my own in a big crowd of people - and yet I felt very safe as quite clearly many of the middle-aged men had taken on a protective role and were keeping a sharp look out for trouble. None of the marchers that I saw looked like violent types. Also the police in attendance were vigilant, well-mannered and very helpful when need be.

Overall the mood was sombre and the marchers frequently lapsed into silence. More than anything else, it felt like a funeral parade.

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Right. I am going to say what I think here. This march made me nostalgic for 35 years ago, when the indigenous population were in a clear and obvious and overwhelming majority in Britain. This is no longer the case. In London, the indigenous population became a minority over a decade ago. Since then the local people have been forced out by house price rises and by negativity and are overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of new arrivals. While I still hear South London accents, it is so long since I have heard a Cockney accent that I am forgetting what it sounds like.

This is not a ‘racist’ desire, to live among one’s own people, culture and community. This is normal. It is what practically everyone in the world wants, to live in a society in which they belong. The language, customs, values and humour are shared and - potentially - any individual within that society can be your friend. Aside from the obvious exceptions (terrorists, gangs and criminals) this is what we had. Potentially, everyone could be your friend - and - crucially, this included people of other ethic origins - and I should know because in the early to mid 1980s I had friends from many ethnic and social origins. My friends included a friend of Chinese origin, several of Indian origin, one from Australia, another who was from Sierra Leone in Africa and another of Caribbean origin. They all spoke excellent English and they all had an attitude of friendship and of wanting to belong in Britain, to contribute to society and be a part of it - and they all had been formally invited to live here.

 

Although Identity Politics had arrived by 1984 (which is when I first became aware of it) we did not yet know the term and had not yet had our social cohesion riven by artificial divides. We British people had plenty of internal jealousies and different groupings - but the principal feelings toward one another were positive and still we had a quiet confidence in our own society, our civilisation and our continued existence.

 

This situation has radically changed.

 

Where the indigenous population are feeling unwelcome and unwanted and routinely unsafe in their own towns and cities, and even in their own capital city, then something is very badly wrong. And this is what we have today.

 

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Evren's report:

Hello dear Rosie, We met and chatted at the Freedom March on Sunday the 9th of December. What a hope inspiring day it was. What a relief it was to see with my own eyes, and get to speak to:

 

- people that value freedom and sovereignty,

- people that understand democracy,

- people that still have the courage and confidence in the citizens of their Nation to 

  negotiate their own future, 

- people that can see and sense the dangers of looking to and relying on a non-elected,

  non-identifiable and proven to be an unaccountable body to provide cookie cutter

  solutions for 28 different Nations.

What a relief it was to see also that I was not in the company of Racist Xenophobes, not Thugs, not Nazis. This part was not a surprise at all but further confirmation of my personal experience 25 years living in the UK.

I am a Turkish Cypriot, majority of my family consider themselves Muslims. I lived in London (North East London, highly multi-cultural) for 12 years and now in the South West (very white English part of the country). I have never to this day experienced racism nor exclusion nor discrimination from English people.

 

In fact always exactly the opposite; I experienced welcome, an interest in my background and culture, generosity of sharing of information, respect and encouragement. Hence why I have grown up to be an individual with a deep love, respect and above all GRATITUDE for the people of Britain.

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For further information about the Withdrawal Agreement, please refer to the following sites:

 

Briefings for Brexit

The Bruges Group

Lawyers for Britain

Veterans for Britain

Conservative Woman

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