THOUGHTS OF A FRUITCAKE: By Carolyn Aldis
So, it seems we are out ... and, as soon as the country realised that Brexit was a reality, the politicians came out, explaining that the policies used to help us make our decision never really existed.
The interview with Nigel Farage retracting his claim that £350million would be given to the NHS was laughable and led to many on Twitter exclaiming: “It was on the side of a bus.”
Leave campaigners also promised to get control of Britain’s borders, which now looks like it won’t happen in the way they initially portrayed. So many lies on both sides; unfortunately, that is politics.
There was fear within the Eastern European community here, their children in tears, thinking they would have to leave.
There were a lot of arguments, particularly on social media; many of the remain voters, shocked and upset, resorted to name calling and swearing, accusing the leave voters of being racist or old codgers, or both, tarring everyone that voted for Brexit with the same brush.
In the same way, those who wanted to remain are now being tarred with the same brush of being spoilt brats who didn’t get their own way.
Why do we do this to each other? A few football supporters attack each other and suddenly all English and Russian fans are hooligans; a couple of teenagers hurl abuse at a teacher and suddenly all teenagers are disrespectful; a priest abuses a child and suddenly all priests are paedophiles; a handful of Muslims commit terrorist acts and suddenly any Muslim is seen as a threat.
I know many that voted to leave are decent, hard-working, lovely people who had made an informed choice. I know others that voted to remain who are the same. Both sides want what they think is best for our country.
The younger generation seem a tolerant bunch, having been brought up with others from different countries, or with different backgrounds; they appear more inclusive than former generations.
It would be such a shame if they are affected by the anger being vented at the older generation who seem to have borne the brunt of the blame by remain voters.
The decision has been made and now it’s time to unite. I understand some of us needed a rant; I’m just not sure social media was the place for it.
Friends and families may have been divided before the debate, but now, surely, it’s time to accept it and move on.
I have beliefs that many of my friends don’t agree with, but they still love and accept me – isn’t this the same?
We all respond to what’s going on in the world in our own way and, for me, it’s a case of “Keep calm and carry on”; to continue loving my neighbour, regardless of their ethnicity, agreeing to disagree on political decisions that I don’t fully understand, practicing forgiveness and to keep on walking forward in love.
Things may have changed in this world, but, in my little world, where the king of kings reigns, things are still the same, full of love, peace and joy; I’m not trading that for anything this world has to offer.