‘Call yourself English?’
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‘Nothing happened but the wallpaper,’ the American surrealist Dorothea Tanning said about her childhood in Illinois. I could say the same about mine in rural Yorkshire. The area was solidly conservative – traditional-minded, inward-looking and one of the safest Tory [Conservative] seats in the country. Deviations from the norm were severely punished. When a 16-year-old boy from my grammar school got his girlfriend from the High School pregnant, the pair of them were expelled and made to marry. There was also a deep suspicion of outsiders, meaning anyone who lived more than a dozen miles away. The only people of colour were the family running the Indian restaurant in nearby Skipton. Leeds seemed exotic and London – the Big Smoke – impossibly alien.
Now I live in London, one of the liveliest and most multicultural cities in the world, and feel at home there. The tie to where I grew up has loosened since my parents died and even more so since the referendum result of 2016. The Craven district, which encompasses villages like mine, was the first Yorkshire result to come through that night. The Leave margin wasn’t as great as in many parts of Yorkshire – a mere 53 per cent to 47 – and I take some comfort from that. But the outcome of the referendum made me despair, far more so than any General Election result has ever done. I ought to have been better prepared. I’d been in Goole and Hull just a few days before, and was reminded how disenfranchised people living outside the charmed circle of the M25 can feel. Still, I’d not anticipated that Brussels, rather than Westminster, would be blamed for this; that resentment against Tory austerity would be hijacked to become a rejection of the wider world; that racism, xenophobia and post-imperial nostalgia would carry the day. Ours is a global culture, I’d thought; we’re all citizens of the world. Not according to ex-Prime Minster Theresa May. If you believe you’re a citizen of the world, she told the Tory Party conference in 2016, you’re a citizen of nowhere.
On my occasional return visits to Yorkshire I’m always asked: ‘So when are you coming back here to live?’ Anyone who moves from the countryside to a big city, or from a small nation to a larger one, will have met with this reaction. ‘Home’ is where you come from, not where you migrate to: that’s the premise and with it comes the assumption that what you’d ‘really’ like to do is return to your roots. There might be economic or pragmatic reasons keeping you away but surely, once the time’s right, when you retire, say, you’ll jump at the chance. ‘When are you coming
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