Friday, 24 June 2016

Devastated. Beyond words.



Devastated.

Too much?  Too strong?  An over-reaction?

Actually, nowhere near strong enough.  And I couldn't find the words to describe how I felt at 6am this morning.

I haven't been able to find the words all day.  I've even surprised myself by how upset I've been, and I've been trying to work out why that is.

I think of myself as positive and optimistic and I don't think I've ever felt less optimistic.

And I've always been proud to be British.  Now, I don't understand what Britain stands for and I really don't like some of what I think it might stand for.  Suddenly and unexpectedly, I'm disappointed by Britain and I'm ashamed to be British.

All this in twenty-four hours!  It feels like I've been dispossessed of my country and I'm afraid I shall feel this way for the rest of my life.

It's made me incredibly sad.

Monday, 20 June 2016

Why I voted 'Remain'




My vote is cast - winging its way in two sealed envelopes to the local authority offices.  From Wednesday this week, I have the joy of a three-day jaunt to London with forty-odd ten year olds as part of our school Activities Week, so it was a postal vote for me.  Now it's something of a relief to know that my vote is cast and I can turn a deaf ear to the referendum hysteria of the next few days.  Not that I ever actually paid it much attention; instinct told me to vote 'Remain' from day one and the campaigns of the past few weeks have had little impact on me, other than to make me very frustrated and, at times, angry at the way they were conducted.

I recall in the first few days of the campaigns, a commentator saying that when it finally came to it, most people would probably go with their gut feeling.  At first, that didn't seem right; surely, we should ascertain the facts and make an informed decision, I thought.  What quickly became apparent, however, was that there are few hard'n'fast facts.  So-called facts were interpreted differently and spun in different ways and both sides inevitably speculated differently about what would come of the vote, whichever way it went.  Whilst this may have wound up others into a confused, frustrated, desperate hunt for truth, it seemed perfectly understandable to me; whoever thought that those on either side of the argument, with all their passions and deeply entrenched views, would ever agree on an interpretation of the facts?!  There were lies as well of course (£350 million per week going from the UK to Brussels, was it?) but don't get me started on those!  I largely gave up on fact and went with my gut.

I believe in a small world of peoples that work together in our common interest.  Even in my lifetime, our world has shrunk drastically and wonderfully.  For many people, we can travel with ease from country to country and to the other side of the world; technology enables us to know in an instant about events from almost anywhere and to communicate with just about anyone; we empathise with the victims of natural disaster, man-made calamity and war and we demand action on their behalf of our own government and others; trade on a scale someone like me can not comprehend defies borders; and a decision made in an office in another far-flung land can have consequences for us all.  How then can we shrink away from our neighbours, back to the shores of Blighty? 

I've heard others speak of being self-sufficient again and 'proudly standing on our own two feet once more', but that 'once more' is once upon a time - a fabled time of greatness and empire that is long past.  In the twenty-first century, the world moves to a different beat and an off-beat Britain striving for greater self-sufficiency would be a ruined Britain.  One thing I think Britain can be proud of is our fierce independence of spirit and opinion.  Neither membership of the EU nor any other affiliation or alliance dims that, and it's through that determined, resilient, bulldog spirit that we can still take pride in standing on our own two feet.

That shrunken global community to which we belong brings its challenges too: climate change, migration, extremism and terrorism among many.  Our best hope of dealing with each of them is through worldwide collaboration.  I know leaving the EU does not mean that Britain would cease collaboration with our European neighbours but it is what we have, it's a Nobel Peace Prize winning organisation, it promotes cooperation over conflict and I believe it helps assure peace on our continent.  We're not isolationists in Britain and we want to play our part on the global stage so it seems probable to me that we would, in time, seek once more some sort of mechanism for cooperation with our neighbours, so why not stick with the EU, as imperfect as it is, and even enhance it for the benefit of all Europe, simply by being there?  I fear for the agenda of some of those who would have us leave and I fear isolationism in Britain would give fodder to nationalists and the already-simmering far-right across Europe.  My vote is one of optimism and hope for a better Europe.

I believe the free movement of people is a fundamental human right.  I think our economy is strengthened by immigration and our society is enhanced by those who join it from abroad - by the skills, language, food, fashion and culture they bring.  Listening to the intermingling languages on the streets of Bournemouth makes me smile because, for all the challenges immigration might bring, I think those voices represent a coming future of multi-culturalism, greater integration, understanding, respect, harmony and opportunity and that is a future I want for my little niece and nephew and for the children I teach.  The alternative is a future of division, suspicion and fear and I want that for no-one.  Immigration on the scale we see it today does present challenges but the answer isn't to restrict human rights and back away from that brighter future; we should rise to those challenges; be proud that ours is a country to which people want to come, contribute and work in; accept that there is much, much more we can provide to the desperate in the world; promote the opportunities that free movement brings all of us; work with countries across the world to improve migration routes; and invest in building a better society for everyone that wants to be part of it.

I don't understand all the ins and outs of international trade and economics but I do worry that the effect of Brexit would be immensely damaging and I don't think it's worth risking recession in the UK while the economies of our competitors forge ahead.  On this, the pro-Remain views of so many respected traders, economists, industrialists and trade unionists are pretty compelling.  Of course, trade won't dry up as a result of a vote to leave the EU but I doubt it will be easier as Leave campaigners would have us believe.  I suspect too that the trade deals that will be required will take many years to negotiate and I think it is naive to believe that deals with the EU wouldn't be very largely on the terms of its member-countries; collectively, they are formidable and they will not compromise on principles like free movement to which they have dedicated themselves for half a century.

Democracy in the EU is the problem I have spent longest wrangling with; there ought to be more of it.  But I don't think there is enough democracy in the UK either!  It infuriates me that many of the same politicians who decry democracy in the EU campaigned against proportional representation in the UK, that their referendum campaigns have been so unrepresentative of women and young people and that time and again they have patronised voters and treated us with contempt.  I wonder too if they would have us leave all the other similarly undemocratic institutions of which we have membership - the IMF and the United Nations, perhaps.  And does it feel to you that your day-to-day life is hindered and constrained by all the undemocratic decisions that are apparently made by bureaucrats in Brussels, and that your life would suddenly be so much better without all those rules?  That's what many politicians, commentators, broadcasters and sensationalist newspaper editors would have us believe, but I just don't buy it.  It may feel and look that way for them as they pursue and analyse new legislation but they are as much a part of that establishment as are those bureaucrats in Brussels, and it seems to me that our membership of the EU is mainly a political distraction for them.  Our principles and its principles - democracy among them - should concern us, but we shouldn't be side-tracked by its political manoeuvrings and machinations.  Let them have their games!

Democracy ought to build from grassroots in local communities across the country, but our politicians show little interest in promoting and enhancing that.  Too often, their answer is just to have another vote; meanwhile, voter registration remains too low, apathy grows, turnout shrinks and our model of democracy, for which Britain is famous around the world, is diminished.  It's ironic, I think, that some of the momentum behind the Brexit campaign probably comes from an anti-establishment spirit, yet removing the checks and balances of the EU would only give greater power to the distrusted establishment of the UK.  Yes, there ought to be more democracy in our society but abandoning cooperation with our European neighbours and risking the rise of profoundly undemocratic extremism across the continent is not the answer.  We should start with recreating a model of British democracy that really works, that we can proud of once more and that can be a model for the rest of the world.


I've asked myself why I've written all this.  I'd like to think someone might read it and be persuaded to vote 'Remain', but it's probably too late for that, I haven't written anything that hasn't already been said and I doubt it's really that powerful!  I've written it for my niece and nephew and all the children I teach so that in years to come, they will know of the hope I have for the world in which they will grow up and that in casting my vote for 'Remain', I did what I could to bring that bright future closer for them.

Friday, 6 May 2016

Gran



I've been thinking a lot about the things I'll remember about Gran: her flapjack and bread and butter pudding; how – as a child – I loved to help her preparing dinner on our regular Wednesday evening visits; the armies of Father Christmas' and snowmen she knitted for the Women’s Institute; her pride in her garden and the way she'd occasionally come out with a little gem of a fact that she'd picked up somewhere (on the radio or in Readers’ Digest probably) - I'll always remember where I was at lunchtime on 7 August 1990 because she and Grampy had taken me and my brother for a picnic at Meldon Reservoir and as we ate lunch, Gran announced that it was 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,0 - 12.34 and 56 seconds on 7/8/90 - a once-in-a-century moment!

Fifteen years ago, I interviewed Gran for one of my University assignments.  We talked quite a lot about her childhood, family and about school in Chudleigh Knighton and Mamhead.  She recalled living in a farm cottage where she had to go out to the well to get water and how it was the children's job to chop up the kindling for the fire.  It was important, she remembered, because you couldn't have a cup of tea until you'd got the fire going.  At school, she remembered being good at needlework and enjoying oral arithmetic.

She told me about her time in domestic service, firstly at the Manor House in Torquay for Sir Francis Layland-Barrett.  She remembered her first Christmas there when there was a big Christmas party attended by the Emperor Haille Selassi, which must have been when he was in exile after the Italian invasion of Abyssinia.  Gran missed the party though - she was sent home with Housemaid's Knee!  She also remembered the arrival of refugees from Austria.  From there, she went to be a cooks-mate in a house at Haytor, before being called up during the Second World War to work in a factory in Salisbury making piston-rings for aircraft.  

The move on her own to Salisbury was hard after living in close-knit communities, whether at home on the farm and in small villages or in the households in which she worked.  Somewhat remarkably, she described her good fortune in being protected from the worst of the war at the same time as recalling an air-raid in Salisbury and returning from the shelters to find shrapnel that had fallen through the factory roof on to the bench beside where she had been sitting and German aircraft machine-gunning the seafront in Torquay as she and her sister met for a drink on one of the occasions she returned to Devon.

I've reflected many times over the years on my interview with Gran.  During the course of the interview, she referred to one thing or another as being good preparation or good training - domestic service, for example - so toward the end of the interview I asked her what it had been preparation and training for.  She answered that it was good training for housekeeping and running your own home, looking after yourself and looking after other people.

Growing up in a different era when the role of women in society had changed utterly, it was hard to understand - as a child - the role that someone like Gran had played.  Moreover, she was always a small, frail, reserved lady and it was too easy to see her as quite insignificant.  Interviewing her as I did shone a whole new light on the real significance of her life.  It was all about family.  She had grown up in a close-knit family and without doubt, her own mother was a role model for her.  She viewed domestic servitude as training for her own future as a mother and grandmother and eventually, things went full-circle and her life was completed with her own family.  She really had just one job in life, which was to care for all of us in her family.  As she said in her own words, 'That is most important: family - more important than anything, I think, is family togetherness.'  Her devotion to all of us was very deliberate.  It was a selfless job and one in which, I know, she took great joy.  I feel very blessed to have had such a remarkable woman as a grandmother.

Gran's legacy is easy to see: it's in all of us in her family, whether in the pride her own children take in their gardens or in my love of cooking, which I'm sure is largely thanks to helping Gran on Wednesday evenings.  For her grandchildren and great-grandchildren, it's in our own wonderful mothers.  Above all, it's in our family-togetherness, which was so valuable to her and, for someone like me who daily sees the consequences of fractured families, its value is beyond measure.

We – her family – are all so fortunate to have been so well loved by Gran.  She took great pride in us and I, for one, am very proud of her.