The real victims

Quite a few things have happened in the couple of days I was away in the belly of the beast. Stephen Daisley has come back to troll again, this time from the pages of his natural home in the Daily Mail after having been cruelly silenced by the evil SNP and the supine STV for acting like an arse on Twitter when he’s supposed to be representing a Scottish broadcaster. The poor thing is so censored and oppressed that he has to address the nation from a column in a right wing fakesnewspaper and can only rely on the support of the British establishment. He fancies himself as a sort of Nelson Mandela of Unionism, but really he’s more of a 140 character Katie Hopkins.

He wasn’t sacked by STV, just told to behave himself. When you use the Twitter account of a broadcaster to urge people to follow notorious trolls you grant those trolls legitimacy and create the impression that the broadcaster shares your views. Having been slapped down for behaviour that any employer would have slapped down any employee for, Daisley has turned into the Joan of Arc of Unionism, sacrificed on the fires of intolerant cybernattery.

Stephen Daisley is what you get when the powerful attempt to steal the mantle of victimhood. You get a man whose political views are so far to the right that Attila the Hun would consider him a bit extreme, and who has used his platform to foster the myth that a country which doesn’t have control over its own broadcast media, and which has but one single daily newspaper and one Sunday which support independence, is a one party state in thrall to an intolerant xenophobic nationalism where all contrary views are crushed. Scotland is indeed in thrall to an intolerant xenophobic nationalism that refuses to listen. It’s just not the one that Daisley thinks it is.

Naturally the Thatcherite tweetist has also got the full support of all those progressive and social democratic types who put their Unionism before their progressive social democracy. Scottish Unionism, just like the alt-right, specialises in casting supporters of the status quo, supporters of the powerful and well-connected, supporters of the state, as victims. You can be an apologist for rapacious landlords, tax-evading companies, and a political system that virtually consigns democracy into the bin for the entire nation of Scotland, and you can still feel like you’re a put upon wee sowel who’s being bullied by those nasty people who are speaking up for the disenfranchised.

It’s possibly the first time in history that people have spoken up for the right not to be heard, and Daisley is their poster boy. I’m all for freedom of speech, but I’m not going to lose any sleep over a man who spends his online time as a fully paid up member of the bag of spanners and propagating the blatant lie that the independence movement is motivated by anti-English racism.

I know Stephen Daisley’s type. We went to the same school in Coatbridge, albeit I was there 20 years before him so our paths didn’t cross, but we are both gay men from a working class background brought up in a deeply homophobic and intolerant environment. I experienced what he experienced, only a generation earlier when it was even worse. We were told that we couldn’t really be Scottish, being from a Catholic background and gay as well. I met a lot of scarred gay Scots like that when I lived in London, men who had been so battered and bruised by an upbringing of rejection that all empathy had been crushed out of their souls. Daisley’s made over-compensation into a career. He’s still fighting his demons, and wants the rest of us to pay the price, but since he can’t punish those who really slighted and rejected him, he’ll find imaginary slights to castigate instead. The Scottishness that rejected him must be evil and must be discredited, because he felt rejected by it. Some people wear their psychology on their sleeves, Stephen Daisley plasters his all over the pages of the Daily Mail. I’ll be honest, I feel sorry for him. I don’t think he’s happy in his own skin.

Meanwhile, in other news, the real intolerant nationalism, the British one that Daisley is blind to, continues to exert its malign influence on Scotland. Theresa May has clearly ruled out any chance of Scotland having a measure of control over immigration, at least in so far as Theresa May is ever clear about anything other than a tautology. She’s ruled out any special deal for Scotland within a post-Brexit Britain, letting us know that in the British hierarchy of vested interests Scotland comes far behind Japanese car manufacturers and a very long way indeed behind the City of London. Shut up Scotland means shut up Scotland. The views of a small minority of Scottish voters are being imposed on the majority, yet those who are doing the imposing and those who speak for them are being oppressed when the rest of us point out the injustice.

Having completed the Conservative party’s transformation into Ukip, control of immigration is going to remain very firmly with Westminster, despite the noises that the Leave campaign was making during the EU referendum that Scotland could be granted a measure of control over how many come to live here. With our ageing population, and a young population which is continually drawn off to London because that’s the part of the UK where successive British governments have concentrated investment and growth, Scotland needs immigration. But instead our migration policy will be determined by the political needs of a Tory party that has to placate racists and people who defend the powerful but who want us to believe that they are victims.

If this is what they mean by Scotland being an equal partner in this family of nations then the gods alone know what not being an equal partner would mean. Probably it means having Stephen Daisley and a legion of Conservative apologists lecture us about how oppressed Scottish Unionists are and how they’re the real victims here. Oh wait.

The real victims are not the Tories crying victimhood, they are the hundreds of thousands of people across Scotland whose livelihoods and futures are being held hostage to the arrogance and contempt of British nationalists whose nationalism is so extreme that they don’t even recognise that they’re nationalists at all. In a country with more Conservative columnists than Conservative MPs, a country with many more Unionist publications than independence supporting ones, it’s the Conservatives who are the ones complaining that they’re not being heard. Despite their protests, it’s not that they are deprived of platforms, they’re just upset that Scotland is no longer inclined to listen to them.

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Killing the things that you love the most

Over the past few weeks and months Scotland has received a message from our Conservative masters, most often delivered to us by Fluffy Mundell, that malignant tartanesque gonk who glories in the title of Uncle Tam the governor general for telling the jocks to put up and shut up. This week it was delivered by Michael Fallon, the Minister of State for selling missiles to Saudi Arabia to use to bomb buggery out of Yemeni weans, who told us that we could “forget it” if we wanted another independence referendum. That would be the Michael who is so clued in about Scottish politics that he thinks that the Scottish Tory tank commander is called Ruth Harrison. He thinks that the Tory leader in Scotland is the bastard offspring of a Beatle and a buffalo. My sweet lord, what a muppet.

Still we should be grateful. The single most reliable way to ensure that a Scottish person does something is for an entitled Tory gobshite to tell us that they’re not going to allow it. That only gets one response from your average Scot, and that response is, “That will be right.” If the Tories attempt to block an independence referendum after Holyrood has voted to hold one, a yes vote is pretty much a nailed on certainty.

Michael’s intervention is just the latest in a long list of slap downs from a bunch of arrogant eejits who are convinced that the world is waiting to roll over and give Brexit Britain everything it demands. It doesn’t usually matter which interchangeable Tory nawbag says it, the message is always the same. And that message is, we’ll tell you what you can have. We’ll tell you when you can get out and for how long. We’ll tell you how far you can go. We’ll tell you where you can go to. We’ll tell you who you can speak to. This is a Union of equals where you’re a respected partner, and that means you’ll do as you’re told equally alongside the poor and the disabled and everyone else that we reign over. That’s what you voted for. It’s only Scottish separatists who need to respect the result of the 2014 referendum, we Tories don’t need to respect anything because we won it and we certainly don’t need to respect Scotland. It doesn’t matter that we lied. We won. Only the losers need to be held to account. You voted to give us the liberty to lie to you and to treat you like children. You voted to deliver your self-respect to us to do with as we please. That’s the Conservative respect agenda. Scotland, get back in your box and shut it behind you.

I don’t know about you, but I am heartily sick to the back teeth of being told to respect the result of the 2014 referendum by a bunch of deceitful and self-serving fools who are as likely to respect the promises and commitments that they made in order to win that referendum as Murdo Fraser is likely to get through an evening on Twitter without making a bit of an arse of himself. And there was me thinking that independence supporters were already respecting the result of the 2014 referendum by virtue of the fact that we’ve refrained from attempting UDI. That’s all the respect that the Tories and their Labour and Lib Dem enablers are entitled to.

They keep telling us that we’ve passed peak-SNP and Sturgeon’s honeymoon is coming to an end. She doesn’t really want a referendum. She knows that she’d lose it. She knows that no one wants a referendum. She knows that Westminster would never allow it. She knows that the EU doesn’t want Scotland, that Spain would veto it. It’s quite amazing how all these Unionists are privy to the thoughts of Nicola Sturgeon.

But if they are so confident, then why are they so afraid? If they are so certain that a second referendum is a lost cause for supporters of independence, that a Scotland that rejects Westminster would be roundly rejected by the rest of the world, that Spain will veto our membership of the EU, that there’s no chance of the people of Scotland supporting the idea, then why do they reek of fear and hysteria? Why the panic? Because if they really were as confident as they claim then they’d be the ones insisting that a referendum was held as quickly as possible, then they could win it and they really would finish off the independence movement for a generation or two.

The reason for the panicked behaviour, the ramping up of the scare stories and the threats, is because they know their game is a bogey. The Union is finished, and it hasn’t been finished off by Scottish nationalism, it’s been finished off by a recalcitrant and triumphalist Unionism that forgot it was supposed to be supporting a union and instead demanded submission and obedience.

The broad shoulders of the UK don’t support a head with a functioning brain. Seven months after Brexit and it gives us a white paper that’s a tissue thin wish list that is based on the assumption that everyone will give the UK everything it wants, and if they don’t it will stamp its foot and sulk and sulk and sulk. The Unionists are panicking because this is the prospectus that’s supposed to keep Scotland happy in the UK and it contains nothing of any substance. There’s more intellectual rigour in Murdo’s tweets than in Theresa May’s white paper. It is to an economic plan as an exercise in BBC royalist sycophancy is to a hard hitting documentary, and equally blinded by Great British red white and blueness.

The diddy-United Kingdom is a ship of fools that’s destroying itself in greed and xenophobia, sacrificing its future so that its citizens can look forward to low wages, no employment rights, and a cut-rate sub-American health care system. But at least they’ll have high streets without so many shops selling pierogi. Apparently that’s taking back control.

They can have their Brexit, as hard as they please. But they will destroy their Union in order to get it. The United Kingdom will be killed by those who say that they love it the most. Their hubris, arrogance, and lack of humility is Scotland’s opportunity. We won’t let that chance slip from our grasp. There’s going to be another independence referendum whatever Michael Fallon says. And Scotland will rejoin the family of independent nations.

There won’t be any blog posts for a few days as I am off to visit family in London.

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What Ruth Davidson really fears

You may have noticed that Scotland had an independence referendum a couple of years ago, one which the Unionist parties won on the basis of making certain promises to the Scottish people, promises which they had no intention of keeping. Despite the fact it ended in disappointment and Westminster deceit, the independence campaign was the greatest flourishing of participative democracy that Scotland has ever seen. 2014 was the summer when Scotland woke up and began to speak to itself and to the world. If democracy is a flower, 2014 in Scotland was a meadow carpeted in many colours.

People, ordinary punters, people like me, who had no previous involvement in politics got up off our arses and too part in a popular debate about what sort of country we want Scotland to be, a debate about who has the right to decide what sort of country Scotland should be. Should it be the people of Scotland and a government that they elect and which is responsible to them and to them alone, or should it be a government in Westminster which doesn’t enjoy the support of anything close to a majority of the people of Scotland? A government which is taking Scotland down a path to a right wing dystopia which only a tiny minority in Scotland want.

Local groups sprang up like flowers in the desert when the rains come after a long drought. Scotland is littered with communities which have been battered into submission by the inequalities and demoralisation of the Thatcher years and the betrayal of Blair, communities where kids learn young that dreams can only be found in drugs. But for the first time in my life, I saw people in communities like my own learn how to hope, learn how to dream real life dreams, learn how aspiration is something that they have a right to as well. They learned that their voices counted, that their views mattered, that their vote would make a difference. We learned that passivity is the route to impoverishment, and silence leads to submission. So we spoke out, and all across Scotland there was a chorus of conversation about the future of this country. Many small voices together make a loud sound. And it was a beautiful thing.

Scotland had a national conversation about its future, a national discussion about independence, a discussion which in many other countries is conducted with bullets and bombs and grieving mothers and bodies lying in the street, and the only casaulty of this debate, the only injury imposed by the independence movement, was Jim Murphy’s shirt. That is an enormous testament to the maturity of Scottish democracy and the people of this country. It is something about which we should rightly be proud. Scotland sets an example to the world about how to conduct a national debate on independence. In Catalonia, across Europe, all over the world, they point to Scotland as an example of how this kind of debate should be handled.

The violence that did occur came from the reactionary forces at the fag end of Unionism. The physical wounds that were inflicted were inflicted by fascists with Union flags. It would be wrong to characterise all of those who support the continuance of the Union with the hate filled spittle flecked baboons who ran rampage in George Square, beating up anyone suspected of separatism. And the mainstream Unionist parties would be the very first to take umbrage if an independence supporter attempted to link them to that violence and hatred, a violence and hatred that was very real and very bloody and which waved a Union jack and screamed God Save the Queen. Yet those same Unionist parties want to characterise the entire independence movement by the broken egg splattered on Jim Murphy’s shirt. They want to pretend that online discussion of Scottish politics is uniquely ugly and vile, when bad online behaviour is a characteristic of all social media, not just Scottish politics.

Ruth Davidson’s speech this week in which she characterised the independence debate as fratricidal was a shameful attempt to demonise the peaceful side in the independence debate. It was an attempt to diminish and denigrate the ability of the people of Scotland, irrespective of what stance we take on the constitution, to debate openly, peacefully, and in a mature and civilised manner. And she did it as a deliberate ploy in an attempt make people disengage with the arguments, because people like Ruth rely on passivity and silence, obedience and obeisance, in order to maintain their influence over us. She won’t apologise, because she has no shame or self-respect, and no respect for the people of this country. They do this as a deliberate tactic in order to close the debate down before it gets going, because it’s only through apathy and hopeless detachment that they can maintain the North Britain that gives them status. When Ruth tells Scotland that its exercise in democracy is fratricidal, she’s telling us she doesn’t think we’re fit to voice opinions. She’s displaying her cringe and her dependence on her Westminster masters. She’s projecting her own weakness and inability onto everyone else.

Scotland started a national conversation about this back when the first independence referendum was called. That referendum didn’t settle the matter, because it is now clear that it was won on a false prospectus. The United Kingdom that Scotland was told it could be a part of back in 2014 doesn’t exist. It never existed. All it was was a glossy sheen on a rotten corpse. That’s why the debate continues. But Ruth wants us to continue our dance with the dead, and to keep Scotland in its political grave.

The harsh reality for Scotland now, at this juncture in its history, is that the governments of Estonia or Malta have more of a say about the future Scotland faces than the people of Scotland do themselves. And Ruth Davidson wants to do all she can to ensure it stays that way, because in her universe everyone has the right to determine the path that Scotland treads except the people of Scotland who must tread that path. When Ruth speaks of fratricide, she’s speaking about her fears that if the people of Scotland can choose their own path, they will choose to trample her career into the dust. And all the photo opportunities with her pals in the press pack won’t save her.

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