Forgive me if I choke on my rich tea biscuit, Theresa. I have a citizenship that I am proud of, that links me to a wider community, that guarantees me rights and freedoms, and it’s being revoked against my will.
I’m not talking about the airy concept of “global citizenship” that you poured scorn on – though given the international problems we face, and the impact our actions have around the world, some sense of fellow feeling with the rest of humanity wouldn’t go amiss. No, I’m talking about the concrete, legal citizenship that I have enjoyed since the age of 14. In 2019 it will most likely go up in smoke.
One of the reasons the 23 June referendum was a fraud is that what was posed as a simple question of “in” or “out” in fact hid a multitude of other decisions. Though it wasn’t framed this way, it served as an opportunity for a simple majority of voters (in fact, 37% of the electorate) to decide to strip the entire population of EU citizenship.
When Maastricht went through I called up the Foreign Office to ask how I could repudiate this new EU citizenship that had been foisted upon me. I was told that I couldn’t, not without repudiating my British citizenship.
You can rather easily gain another EU citizenship. I could not retain British and not have it. It’s fairer this new way around, isn’t it?