« He who pays the piper... »
Britannique installé en Corrèze depuis de longues années, Mark Preece propose cette chronique hebdomadaire à tous les amoureux de la langue de Shakespeare. Aujourd’hui, il évoque le Brexit.
« The longest day, the official start of Summer, now but a yesterday that was full of joy, merriment and music, soon to be forgotten...until next year. The evening was full of the sound of Rock, Jazz and Classical airs played in public with the French equivalent of the Artist Collecting Society (SACEM), waiving their rights for duration of the festivities. Karaokes, the original Japanese afterwork activity ‘par excellence’, abounded. Budding bathroom stars performed, some for the first time, before their admiring (or not) public. They closed their eyes, sang and imagined that they were before a packed house. “Memories are made of this”. What memories will the big day in the U.K. leave tomorrow? Do they stay in or do they come out of Europe? Did you notice I used the word ‘they’. I am not allowed to vote as I have not been registered to do so in the past 15 years. The “Brexit” referendum, the inconsequential baby that was born during the General Election of 2015 has now grown to full adulthood and turned on it’s creator. Payback. Votes were ‘bought’ and the time has come to repay the debt in full and things are not panning out as the powers that be would have hoped. Last week my father, who lives in the U.K., was interviewed on French television and stated that he was shocked with the confusion and violence of the campaign. Surprised with the ignorance of the man in the street as to what was at stake and how it was subsequently dividing the nation. A nation, that, in the past, thrived on solidarity in the face of adversity. Stiff upper lip and all that. Have a cup of tea and things will get better and a thousand other clichés concerning the Brits. The ‘Vote Leave’ proponents had taken the edge over the ‘Britain Stronger in Europe’ supporters in opinion polls. Then, like something out of an American television series involving a ‘Mrs. Fixit’ and POTUS, a serving M.P., Mrs. Jo Cox, was brutally murdered by a fanatical ‘out’ supporter. He didn’t shout “Allahou Akbar!” but “Put Britain first!”. Different words, but same result. Same death. Same terror. Surprisingly, the voting tendency has been slightly inverted and the U.K. might see a reproduction of the 1975 vote to stay ‘in’. I am too sad to finish in my usual style with a light, catchy and funny punchline as when it rains it pours but let’s hope that sunnier days are on their way. My deepest heartfelt condolences go out to the family of Jo Cox, who died a needless death ».