Recently I embarked on a personal quest to uncover some of Britain’s migrants and deliver their personal stories with the aim of the project to demonstrate how Britain’s diversity has contributed to its betterment and amplified union with culture.
The project asked many questions but also recognised signs that racism had taken a turn in various directions, often in the guise of religion and culture. Britain has always spoken to many corners of the world, and in spite of our government’s harmful foreign policy; this island continues to attract an enormity of many internationals seeking safety, education and what we like to call democracy. In a bewildered population of ‘native’ people, government has generated a nation of tired domestic Brits and happy immigrants. But one thing we all have in common, is a frustration with the ruling élite. Rule is a tiresome word. We would rather replace this word with Why? Why should we let you rule? After all, it is our rule of law and the majority of Britons would gladly accept a rule without crowns, presidential or ministerial rooms. We share a fondness for freedom and liberation and right now it appears it is given away too much, not caring or wondering what the future holds without it.
Our penchant for the raising of British heritage clubs is celebrated in schools, smudges history and heralds the coming of new kings and queens. History became genetic, over shadowing the history we imposed across the world, an unwanted account we refuse to acknowledge by turning to and accepting our downfall in homeland attacks and allied rescue missions. But it was through wars that the rise and acceptance of immigration became important in shaping and rebuilding the UK. Even today, we cannot shrug the quintessential realities it has brought to our shores and our bond with migrants is one of hypocritical tendency and its value, underrated.
Immigration must happen in order for the world to progress and shape itself. We must see through the language and skin barrier, reach out more and integrate. This is not just a problem on the side of those who migrate but also domestically.
Racism is not an exclusive characteristic of white British natives, it is one shared across a variety of cultures and ethnicities, often hid by communities in a shroud of everyday duty. We neglect to see the way forward severing ties with learning to bond with one another, habitually closing doors to a shade much different to our own. If we are to discard intolerance and elect new understanding, a nation both politically and communally must draft pathways for social living in acceptance. Radical change appears to be many horizons from arrival, while we allow parliament to talk big on immigration, disrespecting an arriving talent carried to a nearly there Great Britain.
I often worry about the unconstructed criticisms being shelled at those who come here to make an honest living. Significant numbers are bringing factual benefits to a land catapulted by Romans, raided by Vikings and watched by Bankers. Before we joust each over, crying wolf to those who look and sound the same, I ask you to start a conversation with one who may not. You may seek solace in contrast for once.