It’s no secret that in June 2016, my fellow country men (she says with gritted teeth) voted to leave the EU. I can not begin to explain how heart broken I was by this outcome. I feel and consider myself to be European and live in a city (Liverpool) that without the European Union, would still be Manchesters poor, small, boring sister. But it’s not now. As we drive head on, into the wall that seems to be article 50, with our little Wonder Crow Teresa May behind the wheel (also not my vote), I find myself wondering how we’re going to make this work. Infrastructure, Production, Tourism, Law and Policies will all have to be looked into and addressed accordingly now thanks to Brexit. I don’t even trust our current government to use our tax payments properly, let alone start changing and playing around with, Environmental and Human Rights policies. 

With some news outlets already reporting that current EU migrant workers (without whom our country would have sank into the sea by now), are already leaving to work and live elsewhere…in other EU countries, how do the Government possibly expect to keep the country fed or clean or safe or in good health? My mum would probably consider me cynical for the view I will follow with, but its key to consider. As a country, we can not deny that we have allowed our foreign national’s, to work the jobs ‘benefit Brits’ just don’t want. Migrants work in factories, food production, retail and hospitality (I’ve learnt so much about the world working with people in these sectors), as bin men, cleaners, maids and so on. They are our nurses and porters, they keep us fed, supported and happy. They diversify our  country and introduce so many wonderful ways of living and being to our sponge culture. If our migrants migrate else where, many would think that the Brits would pick up the slack. In some cases absolutely! But those who live a life of benefit bliss will never get up from behind their Sky TV to work in a field…picking carrots. The horror. I know I’m dramatic and I’m also being terrible and generalising people too, but I know people who earn more in benefits and live a more affluent lifestyle to myself (although me and my husband work, with luxuries I could only wish for), that would never dream of having to do a traditional hard labour job. I don’t think, if I speak honestly,that I know many people at all, who would happily go to work in a field. Urban migrations and their patterns have changed the whole world, that’s no different here in the UK. People don’t dream as kids to be farm owners anymore.

From an infrastructure standpoint, this is one I am concerned about. After Liverpool won the European Capital of culture in  2008, the city received a huge amount of money to support development (from the EU). In a recent article by The Liverpool Echo,  it’s stated that European Union money has been spent on everything from: public spaces and transport, job’s and new building schemes, heritage sites in and around the city including the Wirral and Knowsley out of city areas, largescale  Arenas and Tourism in the form of the Airport and the cruise terminal.  With all of this money coming from the EU, what did Liverpool councils and the Government actually pay for? Universities and schemes will now also loose funding and someone has to fill that financial void. Can or will our government step up? I am doubtful. It’s the leopard and spots analogy. 

My biggest concern is actually tourism, but not because I think we will struggle as a country, but because I’m not too sure what our unique selling points are. And I’m concerned tha tourism may have to play a much more pressurised economic role, which it might not be ready for. Some of my favourite trips away to Europe have capital cities that celebrate the culture of that country as a whole, but the UK can feel very fragmented at times. Like the tribes of old still hold heart lands, something you don’t necessarily see when you travel to London. It’s all a bit Game of Thrones at times, with the power in the South vs the mysterious, stong and hugely accented North. Other European countries don’t seem to work this way. Belgium is famous throughout for it’s beer, it’s waffles and it’s chocolate. France is famous for it’s gourmet food, it’s Art and it’s style. Italy is famous for it’s history, faith and delicious simple fresh food. Austria is famous for its bourgeois lifestyle and coffe and cake culture (anything baked in fact). These aspects of each countries ways of being, although changeable, do go some way towards defining each country as a whole. But what do we have in the UK that isn’t regional? Tea, fish and chips and a mardey view of the the weather! We are three major islands made up of five countries, so reagionality is bound to play a huge part but when you look into where to visit in the UK. The overarching ‘reasons’ to come, are all in the south. This is fantastic and will be key in keeping the tourism industry afloat, but we need to find a way to sell all of each country, because if Google has her way, no one will cross the invisible yet ever present GOT style wall into the north. My concern is that tourism may need to become a major player to help support our economy, if the plan to ‘make Britain great again’ falls on it’s arse with the vigour of a pissed up hippopotamus.  We need to figure out what makes the UK wonderful as a whole, other than our queen, our south and our tea (for which the leaves are mostly imported). The irony. 

I respect the vote for what it is (even if I’m still far too emotionally involved) and I have every hope that our little Wonder Crow and her Fattening Geese in Parliament, will do what they believe is best FOR EVERYONE. But we do as a nation need to be honest with ourselves, how the hell are we going to make this work? 

Published by Hannah Doyle