Louis MacNiece - Snow
I've hardly heard anyone say - hang on - what about our own right to freedom of movement? Because, you know, I kinda like it. I emigrated to America in the 80s, but it didn't last long, for many reasons, one of them being that I ended up as an illegal alien for quite a while, despite having an obvious family right to be there. I took it in my stride, I was young, I came home, I moved on. But the experience stuck with me. And subsequently I liked the freedom to go and work as I pleased in the whole of Europe, even if I hardly took advantage of it. It was like a Monopoly Community Card that might come in handy one day, plus passing through customs - man, that was a breeze. And in time we even opened a flipping giant tunnel right under the Channel. That seemed as improbable and wonderful as space exploration, a giant leap for island mankind.
I still feel that way. Because - as Louis MacNiece said - there's things that come between us. But they don't have to be walls, they can be bridges. They don't have to be closed windows, they can be open ones. Plus, you can't actually stop the world leaking in anyway, because it's suddener than you fancy and incorrigibly plural. And, as it turns out, if you try to fence me in, I'm going be mighty pissed about it.
Because, you know, what about my right to freedom of movement? You, those of you who voted to take that away from me, no, I don't feel open towards you. In a singularity of language and purpose that you should understand, I fucking hate you for it. And I won't forgive and I will not forget.