If you take even a passing interest British matters, you’re probably as dizzy as I am from all that has happened in the last 3 weeks.
In the wake of the Brexit vote, and the subsequent reports of horrendous behaviour towards people from other countries currently living in the UK, I found that almost overnight my love for my homeland was tarnished. The Union Jack flag, which appeared in such a cheery context across the nation in 2012 for the Olympics and Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, not to mention adorning the cover of my debut novel, already had a complex, emotional past. But its wide usage by those who voted to leave the EU inevitably linked it, in my mind, with beliefs I don’t share and prejudices I find sickening.
As the referendum dust settled, I wondered if my author tagline of Anglophile Women’s Fiction was even something I wanted to retain. With 52% of British voters (and far more than that, in parts of England), holding values that don’t match mine, could I still be a lover of Anglo culture? I hope I can. But here, for the record, are a few things that Anglophile means to me.
Anglophile does not mean Europe-hater. I voted to remain in the EU, along with most of my generation. Underlying my feelings about England is an even stronger belief that economically, socially, and ethically, as a planet, we’re all in this together.
Anglophile does not mean I think other parts of the United Kingdom should go their own way …although, frankly, I wouldn’t blame them now, if they do. It’s just a less clumsy, better-known word than Britophile.
Anglophile means I appreciate those things which are quintessentially English, without believing that they are necessarily better or the only way something should be done. Yes, I love afternoon tea. But an American-style brunch is pretty awesome, too. And I wouldn’t say no to croissants for breakfast or lasagne for dinner.
Anglophile does not mean I think England should freeze in a rose-scented time-warp. The world is changing: Cool Britannia can – and should – evolve too. The belief that things were “better” in the “old days” is deluded.
Anglophile means I love England in the same way as one loves a close family member: flaws and all. It doesn’t mean I approve of each and every choice.
As always, your comments are welcome.
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