An interesting article, fit to drive the flag waving bigots daft or even dafter.
2015
Thursday 16TH posted by Morning Star
Of all
the things to be proud of in life, an accident of birth isn’t one of them,
muses JON TAYLOR
Across
Europe the tide of nationalism is on its way back in after a low period, and it
seems to have picked up the traditional flotsam of jingoism, xenophobia and casual
racism from an outflow pipe en route. But, unpleasant though these are, what’s
really confusing is that somehow a default position has developed whereby we’re
all supposed to be proud of our nationality.
Why on earth
would you be proud of being British? I don’t mean that being British is a bad
thing — clearly it’s fantastic, in a relative global sense. Most of us aren’t
ever going to risk starvation, drowning in a typhoon, having our tongue lopped
off for criticising the head of state or being eaten by a bear. We live in a
developed country, with some public services that are almost up to scratch —
though subject to change during the next five years of Tory rule.
But to be
proud of a nationality acquired through accident of birth? Really? How little must
you have to be proud of in your own life that the act of being born in a
particular place is a source of pride to you? I’m British. I’m also 5'10"
tall. It would clearly be ridiculous to be proud of my height, but I had about
as much control over my height as I did over my nationality. To put this into
perspective, I gained my nationality before I gained control over my bowels.
You can be grateful
you were lucky enough to be born British. You may well feel you have a lot of
shared ground with other Brits. You might even support one of our uninspiring
national sports teams, but surely you should save your pride for something
you’ve achieved yourself, something you’ve fought for, or at least something to
which you’ve contributed more than carbon dioxide and other bodily waste
products.
If you’re
proud to be British, would you have to feel ashamed if you lived somewhere less
fortunate? If you hold a Syrian passport, should you have to accept some sort
of blame for the fact that the country now resembles a piece of Swiss cheese
dropped on the beach at Fukushima (by which I mean it’s sandy, full of holes
and probably lethal to humans within 20 minutes)? Of course you wouldn’t feel
ashamed, unless you’d in some way contributed to the bloodbath.
In fact, if
you accept that pride should be reserved for achievements over which you should
have some control, you’re left with this conclusion: the only people with any
right to national pride are immigrants.
It makes
perfect sense. Only an immigrant has taken a conscious decision to earn or
claim nationality. In many cases they have taken great risks to come here,
leaving family and friends behind them to be faced with outright hostility on
arrival, with newspapers printing front-page headlines like: “NOW IMMIGRANTS
ARE MAKING OUR CURRY.” In fact, the costly and bureaucratic tangle involved in
the citizenship application process alone means that anyone who gains British
nationality today really has to have earned it.
The irony is
that those people with the most extreme sense of national pride are those most
opposed to anyone else earning the right to share it with them. And, in most
cases, they are people who earned their citizenship with no more conscious
effort than I did, by arriving landing on a bit of ground that happened to be
governed by the British Crown.
In fact, I’d
like to see some kind of legal ruling that national pride may only be publicly
expressed by those who’ve gained their nationality through their own actions,
if for no other reason than that pathetic right wing newspaper editors like Paul
Dacre, Richard Desmond and David Dinsmore would have to print the headline:
“NOW IMMIGRANTS HAVE STOLEN OUR PATRIOTISM,” and then dissolve into a puddle of
waxy sploodge from pure rage, like the bad guys at the end of Raiders of the
Lost Ark.
In the
meantime, I’ve decided to base my own feelings of pride purely on the
achievements or failures of people who are the same height as me. It seems to
make as much sense as the nationalist approach, and would give me an exciting
new choice of people with whom to associate.
Jon Taylor
is a freelance journalist, writer and comedian, visible to the world at
jonnalism.co.uk.