I do not want to live in a country that favours isolation over unity.
I do not want to live in a country that favours right-wing nationalism over sense.
I do not want my son to grow up in an even less diverse community than we already have.
I do not want to be restricted when it comes to travel or work.
I do not want to ‘quieten down’ and ‘get over it’.
I do not want to be, yet again, led but an unelected Prime Minister.
I do not want the united community that has warded off Europe’s penchant for war to crumble.
I do not want to suffer financially because of something I did not ask for.
I do not want to be told that I am wrong to think some voters made an, at best, uninformed, and at worst, a hate-fuelled decision.
I do not want this country to leave the European Union, and I refuse to stop saying that.
On the 23rd July I spent 15 hours sat in a Polling Station handing out ballot papers and checking names off the electoral register. I then spent 5 and a half hours counting votes from 10 other Polling Stations. You might think the hardest part of that day was the sheer exhaustion from a 20 hour work day. You’d be wrong. The hardest part was the call for complete impartiality. The hardest part was watching people vote, and knowing from their shouts of ‘it’s time we took back control’ as they posted their vote into the ballot box, that they had no clue what they were plunging this country in to.
Since I woke up on Friday morning to the news that the Leave Campaign had won by a 1.8% majority and our Prime Minister had stepped down, my stomach has churned. My emotions have gone from shock to confusion and have now reached anger.
I am angry that a decision has been made that I don’t agree with, but I have to admit that that is a side-effect of democracy, not all votes go your way. However, I am most angry that those who instigated this call for change have all of a sudden become very quiet and no-one has yet offered a solution to the imminent decline of the pound and Jean-Claude Juncker’s shouts for the UK’s immediate removal from the EU. They clearly had not thought past the vote and did not expect to win, and what sort of attitude is that to have whilst asking the nation to decide on an irreversible and life-changing choice?
I am angry at those voters who walked into their Polling Stations on Thursday without a shred of credible knowledge regarding their vote. Education levels aside, you would not make a decision in your everyday life without knowing the facts, yet many seemed to have plunged head-long into support for a campaign whose questionable claims could easily be proven as conjecture or simply false.
I do not want this decision to stand, and that frustration is not going to subside easily. I do not want to be angry at my fellow Brits, simply because their own views do not align with my own, but I can not get on board with the world you wished to create when you made your choice.
I do not want this.
(This post is not intended to strike up a debate of any kind, I simply wanted to use this space to articulate my frustration and fears. The time for reasoning and convincing has long since passed. Any comments in this vein will be deleted.)