On this sad day of Brexit when the nationalists and patriotic jingoists have won and torn us apart from our neighbors, we say goodbye to collaboration, to freedom of movement, freedom to work and study without red tape; we say hello to more bureaucracy, more restrictions, less freedoms and higher prices. We diminish our power and lower our horizons. Today our island is up for sale in nefarious trade deals where environmental standards, food standards, and workers’ rights are up for grabs.
I am reminded of John Donne’s poem. This clod has been washed away and we are all the less. But I am still a piece of the continent.
‘No Man is an Island
‘No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were;
any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.