My Scottish friends, I ask of you, a moment of your time
not to argue or persuade
or tell you who is wrong and who is right,
for that is not my business.
Soon, the ballot papers of hopes and dreams,
ideals and what have beens,
will flutter through the sky,
flying towards the security of what is known
or flocking over the unknown horizon
to the promise of peace and
My Scottish friends, I ask you not, to listen to this man’s opinion,
nor do I deny your claims
of depression and oppression
by the union created by the heirs of
I’m sure your tales of oppression by
A united state
Are not without merit.
I’m sure the political prisoners of
have no patch on the terrible suffering
inflicted on you by those
you intend to break from.
How sadistic they were to give you the vote,
and freedom to work and play,
and live wherever you wish…
How terrible was the day when you
asked for referendums
and they granted it.
The oppression they wrought is the most cruel.
Oppression masquerading as freedom…
My Scottish friends, I do not wish to take away
the importance of such a historic day.
But if I could take
to point out
that your decision is about
than just independence.
On that fateful day,
you will decide
what it means to be British.
Will that include all the nations of these islands?
Or just some of them?
Will those of us left be able to hold our
heads up high
and be able to say in
that we are part of a noble tradition
that predates the unions of
America and Europe.
Or will we have to skulk away
and say that no united mankind
Peaceful union can never last.
“I am British.”
Without you the words seem
So, my Scottish friends, I hope you will forgive
those times when the rest of us may
to stop your intent.
I hope you will forgive the anger we may have
if the idea of Britain is taken away
from the majority who have no say.
you have a choice to decide
what becomes of Britain.
You have the chance to determine
whether my cultural identity means
in a few days time.
Whilst I do not.
And thus, my Scottish friends, remember,
that whilst you cry of oppression and cruelty,
of unfairness and disrespect,
spare a thought,
a moment, or brief sigh,
for those of us whose lives will
without the respect
or the fairness
to have our own say
about what it means
to be British