Everyday, without fail, I am taken aback by the things that are said on social media, by hardline unionists. The self-loathing Scot, is a strange case indeed. Call him what you will, the Vichy Scot, the Quisling, the Britnat, the Scot with Stockholm syndrome, his unquestioning, unshakeable belief in Britain is beyond reason. But why? What happens to cause someone, not just to remain impassive, when labelled a “subsidy junkie” or asked “who’d pay the welfare bill, if Scotland were independent?” by some rabid, right wing zoomer on Question Time, but to view it as a vindication of their slavish devotion to the sclerotic British State?
Going into 2014 independence referendum, I was, and always had been, in favour of the status quo. Nothing good, I reasoned, could come of consigning our 300 year old union to the dustbin of history. However, as the campaign wore on, I found myself increasingly irked, by what I believed to be the belittling of Scotland by Better Together. I then began to question, just why it was, that I was inclined towards ‘no’. The answer was as simple as it was stark. Years of insidious propaganda. From our formative years to the grave, the message is clear, Scotland is too small, too poor and too stupid. Alarmingly, not only had I, like countless others, soaked this up like a sponge, I had never questioned it. Until 2014, I hadn’t even been aware it was happening.
Gradually, the fog lifted. As I recall, it was being told Scotland “can’t have sterling’ that cemented my damascene-conversion. In a matter of weeks, Better Together succeeded in delivering me, an unthinking, dyed in the wool unionist, gift wrapped, to Yes Scotland. The CamCleggiband triumvirate, ably abetted by Broon the Buffoon and Dodgy Darling, were selling a lie. Everything that has transpired since IndyRef, be it the vanishing “Vow”, the unworkable “EVEL” and Brexit has shown it to be so. If I could see beyond Britain’s facade, why couldn’t the self-loathing Scot? Had I not been him?
Not that all self-loathing Scots are the same. There are those, paralysed by greed, who are terrified that they’ll be tuppence ha’penny worse off, in the event of independence. Abject terror of a lighter wallet, is hard to overcome, but it is not impossible. As Brexit bites, the pound in their pocket brigade might just begin to realise, that independence is an opportunity to do things differently. If Scotland, can’t stand on her own two feet, as the “yoonies” would have it, might that be because the Union is holding her back?
Then there are those, who display an irrational, perhaps even pathological, hatred towards nationalists and more specifically, the SNP. They often mistakenly assume, anyone in favour of independence, must also belong to, or at the very least support, the SNP. They’ll tell you that they can’t abide nationalism, full stop. Many can’t or won’t accept that Brexit isn’t anything other than an expression of British-English nationalism. The anti-nationalists will tell you, that the SNP wish to control everything, that they are driven by lust for power. Never mind, that so desperate were the English to “take back control” and to “repatriate power” from the EU, the UK is now headed for the exit door. What, if not lust for power, drove the Goblin Gove, to betray a long time friend and ally, or for the spineless, soulless agitators in the Parliamentary Labour Party to mount a half-arsed coup against Corbyn?
Let’s not forget, the well meaning internationalists, who probably do believe that we are in fact “Better Together”. Sadly, their vision of a socialist, or social democratic nirvana, where we are “all in it together”, is little more than a pipe dream. The Tories are the natural party of power, south of the border. Tory ideology, has governed the UK for the best part of forty years. The Labour Party only succeeded in getting into government, after it had shaken off socialism, and stolen a great many of the Tories’ clothes. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, when Dippy Dugdale tweeted “Scottish Labour is committed to tackling poverty + inequality. You can’t do that with independence”. You don’t know that Kezia! What we do know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, is that 309 years of union, has done damn near hee-haw to rid our society of poverty and inequality. Have Dugdale and her ilk, no ambition for Scotland, no faith in her at all? Are we really expected to wait indefinitely for a bus that’s never coming? Waiting on a nation that seems to revel in class, to deliver social justice, is just plain daft, and Kezia Dugdale must realise that. If she doesn’t, she’s even more out of her depth than I feared.
As with every walk of life, there are the lunatics. You know him, he often loves the Queen, and the colour orange, though by no mean always. He says things like “Theresa May runs the UK, and the UK runs Scotland”. It’s not just that he says things like that, it is that they are said with delight.
He expresses inexplicable, gloating, gleeful, outright joy whenever the Daily Fail or the Daily Ex-Princess reports that Scotland, Sturgeon or Salmond has been “slapped down”. He’ll say Sturgeon doesn’t speak for him. Does he not realise that those who he says do, so deeply despise him?
The self-loathing Scot professes to love Scotland, but how can he? He affords Scotland no dignity,
and wishes nothing but what our dominant neighbour deems fit to dole out, for her. Sometimes, the self-loathing Scot convinces himself that we are indeed, “a family of nations”, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. All too often, he is keen to deny that Scotland should have a voice at all, that there is the UK, Britain and nothing else. I’ll say it once again, the self-loathing Scot is a strange case indeed,