brexit has taught me about the right wing middle class. i had no idea they existed.
telegraph readers.
I went to a mate's stag do a few months before Brexit, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, south of Exeter. The further we went into darkest Devon, the more pro-Brexit signs we saw. It was all about immigration. The locals in the rough pub we ended up in, who for some reason took a shine to us and didn't kick our heads in, confided in us their deep hatred of darkies and ragheads. We looked at our shoes and didn't say anything, in the interests of continuing to not get our heads kicked in. This is a part of the country that has barely any actual immigration, where right-wing mythology about waves of shoeless barbarians from the Bad Countries really gets a grip on the imagination, because the imagination is all they've got.
And then the only reason they speak it is to show off to each other the fact they've learnt it. It's a weird social code.
how do we kill this england?
aside from more overtly sectarian conflict, most countries political woes stem from the battle between cosmopolitan cities and reactionary non-cities. in kabul in the 60's you had all these girls in short skirts dressed like nancy sinatra and then in the mountains you had the nut jobs who rambo and bin laden hung out with.
so one way to kill this england would be yimbyism. high density urban housing. good schools in the city. you make cities more attractive than the country side for middle class people.