January 31 is but a symbolic day as Britain continues to pay EU dues without any representation — not exactly independence, by any stretch of the imagination. Dr Binoy Kampmark reports from London.
THIS IS a critical point for those who wish to see Britain finally exit the European Union: for over three years they have waited, receiving promise and undertakings, with irritation.
Your correspondent finds himself in Parliament Square, muddied by rain, trodden by hundreds who have made it their celebratory space. What is particularly poignant is the location. London is ground zero for the anti-Brexit sentiment. The Leavers have always seen London as metropolitan bilge, pro-European, untrustworthy and, ultimately, not English.
There are parties taking place celebrating the event across this wounded city, daggers into the heart of the metropolitan centre. During the day, London talkback radio was bubbling and humming with an upbeat note in the morning, occasionally moving into a state of delirium. Some, it seemed, had already been on the sauce.
A good number of callers could not see what the fuss was all about. “We can trade with Europe; we can still trade with Europe,” suggested a sozzled David, who promised to be nursing a brandy as the celebrations commenced. But beyond trade, David’s true colours showed. The EU had been responsible for the sort of immigration that had produced “beggars” and the “homeless” problem in Britain. No mention was made of the industrious contributions of those millions, spearheaded by the Poles.
Robert was particularly irate at the divisions. As an arch "Leaver" living in a "Remain" borough, he faced the cancellations of playdates for his children, a feeling of having contracted leprosy.
His account was marked by breezy uses of “apparently”:
"Old people voted for Brexit, apparently”.
But the caller was clear: he was definitely not racist, because “I’m black”.
Anecdotes seemed to be the order of the day — an easy if questionable form of data sampling. Craig from Shoreditch spoke of “the Pole, the Israeli, and the Czech” who told him what a good thing Britain was doing against a 70-year-old effort to initiate a “global takeover”. One had to “fight the system”. This, it seemed, entailed voting for the very same man with system etched on his forehead.
By the afternoon, the mood had moderated, though still dominated by the theme of hope that Prime Minister Boris Johnson had reiterated for months. On the radio, Vincenzo from Sheffield felt he had little to celebrate. He had been in Britain for four decades as had others of his generation. “They forgot us,” he lamented. Another spoke of moving to Ireland and chasing up his business contacts there, abandoning this sceptred "isle of idiots".
By five in the evening, the dissenters had vanished from Parliament Square with their mild, even defeated voices, with placards such as 'We’ll be back' and 'You have destroyed my future career and dreams'. Predictably, the statue of Winston Churchill found itself the subject of much attention.
There were posters such as the 'Restoration Bill 2020' appended at the base, a document scatterbrained and meandering in its clauses. The authors wished for all EU flags to be removed from buildings, fishing rights restored exclusively to Britain, a reinstatement of the Magna Carta and the abolition of hate-speech laws. Evidently unaware that British law and EU law have nourished and influenced each other over almost a half-century, such documents become parochial venom to direct at those in disagreement. Just to keep with that theme, a rotund gentleman, cheeks red and defiantly moving his placard around before Churchill’s indifferent gaze, was giving tips on how to tell a “Remoaner from a Remainer.” The former, spat his message, are offered money to betray their country.
There are pockets on the square gradually growing in number, but at this time, they resemble devotees of a cult. Like Sadhus in a trance, several men dance before drum beats, their eyes shut, limbs a jumble of ecstatic movements and gyration. Donald Trump-inspired imitation Stetsons are handed out, albeit sporting the Union Jack on flimsy material.
Others in attendance seem to resemble an animal species preserved in a sanctuary, making Parliament Square something of a historical zoo. A man decked in full Union Jack regalia from head to toe, his dark skin and flashing grin a striking contrast to his outfit, terrifies some of those who have decided to see the spectacle.
As the Brexiters had failed in getting their Big Ben to bong for 11 in the evening, a makeshift miniature was assembled on the square, with the more modest title of “Little Ben”. Makeshift Little Ben was plastered with “Democracy”, “Sovereignty”, boasting a small bell to sound by anybody wishing to partake. The drum attached below the small makeshift tower, which resembled a haphazard paper construction, was belted with manic delight.
Covering the show was an entire regiment of press officials and support staff from any number of countries. They seemed as bemused as anybody else, adjusting their cameras and mikes between the statues of Churchill and Jan Smuts, with an illuminated Westminster as the backdrop. A few interviewees were already being drawn in, their eyes sparklingly enthusiastic about what is to come.
The hour duly arrived and, impressive as ever on timing, comes tenured wrecker-in-chief Nigel Farage, a man who has been paid from EU funds as a member of the European Parliament for years, yet has never won a seat in Britain’s parliament. No sense that he is a traitor. Indeed, as is the nature of such movements, he is a galvanised hero. To be paid by the enemy, it seems, is not a form of betrayal, except when others do it.
"The war is over. The vast majority of people who voted Remain now say we’re a democratic country and its right we accept Brexit.”
The sense that this is done and dusted for those who wished to exit the EU is unshakeable. It ignores the obvious point that the machinery that will extricate Britain is still to be hammered out, sorted and implemented between British negotiators and their counterparts in Brussels. The EU strategy on this is to bring in the squeeze after those months are out, imposing what will be a form of moderated misery.
January 31 is but a symbolic day; the practical cruelties and nastiness will only be felt once the transition period expires — when the bureaucrats so loathed by the populists will have their say.
For now, Britain continues to pay EU dues without any representation. Not exactly independence, by any stretch of the imagination.
Dr Binoy Kampmark was a Cambridge Scholar and is a lecturer at RMIT University. You can follow Dr Kampmark on Twitter @BKampmark.
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