The
department where I work is probably more international than most workplaces,
but still the majority of us were born in Scotland. We tone down the Doric if it’s obvious that
someone from overseas is struggling, but we also try to teach them a few
words. People get together over coffee
or at the pub after work and talk flows freely. Aberdonians tend to me more reserved
than Scots from places like Glasgow, but people from all over the world have
found a pretty warm welcome in the department. However, on occasion someone from elsewhere
has asked me about some aspects of the Scottish character that they find a bit
baffling.
There was a
sweepstake back in June about the World Cup. I didn’t take part as I
have no interest in nor understanding of the game, but I remember when the draw
was made. Someone was pleased at getting Spain, someone else delighted to get
Brazil, someone laughed when they got Iran. Finally someone drew England. I
don’t want it she said. Some people commiserated with her. She continued to
complain about her misfortune. She’d
rather have had any team but England. When the games began to be played, people
who normally have no interest in football began complaining about how the commentators
kept making excuses about England’s performance. They kept saying England were
unlucky. In every game not involving England they kept referring matters back
to England. They kept mentioning how England
had once won the World Cup in 1966. Eventually I had a conversation with
someone who had recently arrived from England who was finding all this rather
upsetting and someone from Germany who thought it all rather strange. The
German woman asked me, but haven’t the Scottish just celebrated a battle fought
in 1314, don’t you sing a song about it at every football match. In Germany we
also remember the previous times we won the World Cup. There was even a popular film
about how we won in 1954. Do they hate us so much asked the English woman that
they’d prefer to have Iran in the sweepstake? I said that real hatred against
English people was thankfully very rare in Scotland. But that many Scots feel
the need to define our Scottishness against something and that something is
England. It’s rather like how if you meet a Canadian, they tend to emphasise in the first few minutes that they are not Americans.
On another
social occasion people were discussing relations who lived elsewhere in the UK.
Someone mentioned having a brother in Oxford, whose children had been born and
brought up there. She emphasised however that the children were Scottish even
though they did have English accents. Whenever they go abroad they also make it
clear that they are Scottish as some continentals have a rather negative view
about the English. I was asked about this later too. But that must mean that
you think that Scotishness is something that can only be passed down from
parents. Do you think that someone can only be a Scot if they were born and
bred in Scotland? I answered that I didn’t think this to be the case, but that
many Scots unthinkingly did think in this way. The odd thing is that I also
have a Scottish colleague whose sister moved to France after university. Her children
were born and bred there, but they are unquestionably French, feel French, talk
French. And yet when someone is born and bred in England their Scottish
parentage somehow trumps everything.
My
colleagues from places other than Scotland sometimes ask me about the
referendum. They wonder if the person
who didn’t want England in the sweepstake is a nationalist. They wonder if the
person who emphasised that her nephews and nieces were not English would vote
Yes. I said I hardly knew anyone in the department who would vote Yes and that
these people would unquestionably vote No. They looked at me in confusion. I tried to explain.
Nearly
everyone who is from Scotland will on occasion say something unkind about the
English. I remember as a child mocking a little English boy because he couldn’t
speak the Doric. Which of us can hand on
heart say we have never done such a thing? This is probably something to do
with human nature and is not limited to Scotland. People in England often say unkind things
about the French. Lots of us say unkind
things about Americans. These things can
of course be hurtful to the recipients. I’ve heard Scots say things about the
English that they would never dream of saying about someone from Pakistan. Even
however when this banter is mild it is the foundation of nationalism and the
fuel that keeps it alive. It is peculiarly self-defeating for people who love
Britain to think negatively about any part of it.
I remember
in the Soviet Union no one thought that there was much difference
between Ukrainians and Russians. Everyone spoke the same language, though
Ukrainians also had their own language which was rather difficult for Russians to understand
unless you had a little practice. The difference was similar to that between
Doric and English. There was always a bit of banter. Russians sometimes called
Ukrainians names based on the haircuts they had centuries ago, Ukrainians
sometimes called Russians names based on the beards they used to wear. This
banter was mild enough, though it sometimes got out of hand as it had done for
centuries. The trouble with this sort of raillery is that it emphasised the
differences between people who were fundamentally the same. Go back a thousand years and you'll find no
difference between a Ukrainian and a Russian, go back two thousand years and you'll find no difference between a Celt living in what's now England and a Celt living in what's now Scotland. But look what happened when Ukraine became independent. The Ukrainian
language was encouraged, the Russian language discouraged, divisive
interpretations of history and culture were developed always emphasising and
trying to increase the difference between the neighbours. The result as so often with nationalism is
now obvious for all to see. What started as mild banter has ended in poverty, chaos,
hatred and war.
Most
independence supporters don’t hate the English, though some do. But they do
want to emphasise the difference between Scots and those living in other parts
of the UK. They want to say we think
this way. We have this culture. We are fundamentally different from those people
south of the border. They would love it if we all spoke a language different
from English. Perhaps after independence they would strive to make this dream
come true. Why do a significant number of Scots say I’m Scottish, not British if not because they can’t quite bear
to have the Cross of St. George merged with the Cross of St. Andrew. They don’t
want any red sullying the purity of the saltire; they can’t bear it if the Red
arrows use red smoke.
To say I’m
British is to say I’m a little bit English, a little bit Welsh, a little bit
Northern Irish and a little bit Scottish. This should be the case wherever our
parents came from. Britain is a welcoming place. It is hugely beneficial that
people want to come and live here. Though there are challenges too. People from
elsewhere tempted to vote for independence, should think twice, whatever
promises may have been made to them. Nationalism at root is founded on
difference. It is not inclusive no
matter what they may tell you. Many especially intellectual nationalists are
indeed liberal civic nationalists. But this is not the fundament of their
philosophy.
We are all
equally guilty for the rise of nationalism in Scotland. I am guilty for mocking
the little English boy. You are guilty for wanting anyone but England to win.
Without this banter, nationalism would never have taken root in our
country. People who are British
citizens, who don't think they are British, but rather only Scottish are clearly not founding their
nationalism on something civic (citizenship), rather they are basing it on where they were
born and who their parents are. This tragically is something only they can
share. No one else will ever be properly
Scottish, no matter how long they have lived here.
There are
signs that nationalism in Scotland is turning ugly. There is a win at all costs
mentality that is dangerous to our democracy and much that we hold dear. I’ve
seen what nationalism can do. It starts with banter and mild forms of
prejudice. Don't let it go any further. If you love Britain don't think of our fellow citizens as the old enemy. Don't use unkind words about those we want to continue living with. Don't do the nationalists job for them.
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