Brexit, a view from over the Border
It’s strange how a deep link with a country can disappear in the flick of one day to the next
Pigeon fancier: A camera-shy Rosemary Jenkinson with her uncle Donald, mother Denise and father James in Trafalgar Square, 1970
For weeks, our news has been dominated by the backstop compromise on the Irish border. The whole Brexit situation has highlighted British sentiments in relation to Northern Ireland – we may be a thorn in the side but they still don’t want to pluck us out. Lately, though, we’ve been beginning to feel more like a part of the DK, the Disunited Kingdom, than the UK.
My Protestant friends try to avoid speculating too much about Brexit. One friend is selling her house and is only concerned about Brexit as to its impact on the housing market. The few who have opened up have talked fearfully of a future in which Protestant paramilitaries might return to fight against Irish unity.