Today, British PM Theresa May signed Article 50 and the letter was hand delivered to EU council president Donald Tusk. And so it begins. After June 23rd, in what was a long and sometimes ridiculous period of time, the United Kingdom has finally decided to leave the EU.
It’s been a rough and ugly nine months, marked by recriminations, hurt feelings, and worst of all, hate crimes. EU nationals who made their lives in the UK suddenly felt like hostages or bargaining chips. Many didn’t know how to move forward and what to do: some put off school, new jobs, new homes, all in fear that their basic rights were taken away.
Future expats are now worried about what’s going to happen. Many of us have invested time and money into a dream that now seems wobbly and just out of reach.
I wish I could be gracious in defeat. I wish I didn’t resent Theresa May, Nigel Farage, Jeremy Corbyn, and Boris Johnson so much. I wish I didn’t resent the people who voted for Leave. Who got snookered into the lies and deceit that the Leave Campaign fed them.
The strength of the UK – of any country, really – is its diversity. Diversity makes a country stronger. It’s simple. The more people you bring in from different backgrounds, the better. Ideas and innovations are always moving forward and staying dynamic.
While trying to make my way through the mess that is Brexit, I found a community of EU nationals who live in the UK. Their stories are heartbreaking. I wish May, Farage, Corbyn, and Johnson read those stories. People lose sleep, lose family members, lose friends, lose hope living in a country that has validated xenophobia and racism through a non-binding referendum.
The UK that I see now isn’t the UK that I fell in love with. For all of May’s talks of “generosity” towards EU nationals, it’s become more insular and isolated as it shifts away from the global community.
The UK I remember is one that was cosmopolitan. It was messy. It was loud. It was undefinable. It was similar to the US that I fell in love with.
It sucks. It sucks out loud.