As a UK resident for three years and an Anglophile whose biggest ambition in life is to acquire a British accent, I am devastated. A Malcom Tucker monologue best describes my immediate reaction when the results came in, an Adele song my current inner state.
I am disappointed over Brexit and saddened by what Britain seems to have become. But maybe it simply never was what I saw it as in the first place? Having recently tried to travel to London with my partner, who has the misfortune of having the wrong sort of passport, I experienced how British authorities humiliate citizens of those countries they screwed up in those good old days that many Leave voters long to return to. It infuriated me. It reflects what those behind the recent wave of hatred and racist abuse want the UK to be like.
Much has been written about how the Leave vote was some sort of working class revolt against the establishment.
