I was still a young man when the first calls came for us to join the (as then) Common Market. The whole idea was marketed, in those days before ‘focus groups’ and ‘Social Media’ were even heard of, never mind so commonplace as today. Edward Heath took us into Europe against the firm objections of, amongst others, President De Gaulle: and he swung De Gaulle into line by throwing into the mix all Britain’s fishing waters, and at the same time lying through his false teeth about those fish to British ears. This toffee-nosed tripehound was always daft about his bloody idea of Europe, even though he knew full well the whole ‘Common Market’ idea was built upon a lie. It was always going to be a Political Union, although that idea was always denied, and hidden away until too late.
Prime Minister Wilson gave in to the loud voices, and gave the Brits a Referendum; but the ‘Yes’ vote was almost guaranteed because the BBC, all the major newspapers, virtually all the politicians in both major parties were forever saying ‘Yes to Europe’; and a very few voices were raised in protest. One such voice was that of M.P. Peter Shore, who spoke at the Oxford Union in a debate entitled ‘That This house Would Say “Yes’ To Europe’. His speech was masterful, but his voice was ignored, he was virtually ostracised in his attempts to go against the flow of history. But one passage in that amazing speech, which I URGE the reader to watch and comprehend, was echoed some forty-five years later, and that passage comprised three words only. He said “Fear; Fear; Fear”. He was talking about the huge problems which were virtually prophesied to fall upon Great Britain if we replied “No” to that Referendum question.
And so the Europe bandwagon rolled ever onwards, gaining momentum, power and ever more power as it morphed from the European Coal and Steel Community, then onwards unto the European Economic Community; and thence, with Maastricht Treaty passed in the Commons, we finally arrive at the European Union. And all of that was done without anybody asking us if we agreed. Agreed to hand over large wodges of our Sovereignty as a nation to a bunch of unelected failed politicians seated in a posh office tower in Brussels? Agreed to allow large sectors of our economy ruled, directed and regulated by the bureaucracy behind that UNELECTED bunch in Brussels? No-one told us, no-one said “By the way, we in the House of Commons, your Parliament; we have decided that Brussels knows better, whether its on the type of light bulbs we use, or how powerful your carpet sweeper is allowed to be; no-one told us that Brussels would be telling us that we would have to recycle our garbage because they, in Brussels, know better than we do!”
All the headlines, over the past four years, have been about Fear. As Peter Shore so memorably stated, “its all about Fear, Fear, Fear’, and he was right then, and he would be right now, if he was still speaking. The headlines, the Fear-mongers, The Doomsters and the Gloomsters, they all repeat the same: “if we leave; or if we crash out, we’ll be seeing the plagues of locusts”, or words of a similar warning.
Here’s the thing, folks: We don’t care! We’ll find a way, we always have, We fought Nazi Germany, and we won. We built a bloody Empire; the biggest and best ever known! We were, are, and will be an independent Nation, and we will win through; and to hell with Brussels, the bloody EU, the goddamn Krauts, who think they rule the bloody lot, and the accursed bureaucracy of the Commission, the Court and the ‘effing Council!