IN 1978 colleagues and I went to Germany on a work trip, with our boss, an English man. He was a good man and we got along well. I will always remember the reaction, of my fellows, when the coach stopped at a petrol station, we disembarked, and on our return to the coach every person remarked on the cleanliness, and the fact that the toilets flushed because an electronic sensor detected when a person moved away from the facility.

Not only that; simply putting one’s hands beneath the spigot caused warm water to cascade into the basin. There were many comments about who won the war, and other such nonsense. The thing was that none of this “British” contingent had any notion that such miracles were available until that day.

My boss led me into a beautiful German department store, an assistant approached, my boss adopted a loud, and supercilious, voice telling the young women that he only wanted to look. The assistant replied, in good English, that that was fine, and to call upon her if there was anything that she could do to help. That was the first moment when I saw the “British” idea of shouting at the “natives”, loud, in English, and they will understand, or woe betide them.

From my observation I am certain that this inane, insane, idea of the “Englishman’s” superiority still lives on. Downton Abbey still has many fooled as they genuflect to the master and doff their hat to the lady.

Boris Johnson seems to feel he has the right to get away with all manner of misdemeanours for he is the “chosen one” who is better than the rest of us.

There is something inside many Scots, that says that they should doff their caps, and accept our place in the world, and stay in “The Union”, and we cannot do without the Queen. So the Tory elite try out their poll tax on us, first. They dump their nuclear waste, far from London, under our ground. They test anthrax on one of our islands. Whisky and oil revenues evaporate into the UK treasury. They tell us to be grateful for the money “gifted” during the pandemic.

We are so lucky, they tell us, to have all those good jobs secured by the “ultimate deterrent”, after all, Putin has threatened he will use his. Our First Minister enters a barber shop, where no one is wearing a face mask, and momentarily forgets to sport hers, and the Tories shout for resignation.

All while Johnson holds lockdown parties galore and there are not 50 of his MPs who will say they lack confidence in him.

Johnson once again avoids answering a question by saying: “I don’t think that is what people are interested in…..what I think is…”

The “what I think” so ladened with “superiority” you can smell it.

So the Tories reject refugees, as superiority chip clicks in, and the background sound is “we are surely better than them”. Refugees are seen as “cost” when a vision of them being able, skilled people, with knowledge and expertise would be very valuable to all here. So what if they are economic migrants? Could that not be a wonderful thing?

People who have staked everything on coming to look for employment and a better life. What an opening to a CV “I wanted so much to be here, I walked across Africa, and swam the Mediterranean, what do you need me to do?”

Hey refugees! We in Scotland have been haemorrhaging people since 1750. During this year, Jan to March 2022, 12,087 new Scots were born, but 16,177 died. We are looking for good folk to become “Scots by Choice”.

We hope you will love it here, and settle, and if you do, you might want to help us to independence because your vote will count too. We will not shout loudly, in Scots, or English, expecting you to understand, you will get

used to our funny wee ways soon enough.

Could it be that the element of superiority, which seems endemic in the current Westminster administration, is maintained, at least in part, by seeing others as having less value? Surely that is part of the idea that dips down the walls of the Johnson flat in Downing Street. “Not for us that cheapo wall paper from B&Q”! All that nonsense in the pandemic and formerly in the Cameron administration: “we are all in this together”.

But, I read Animal Farm and George Orwell got it right with “No animal can sleep in a bed”, which later morphed into “No animal can sleep in a bed with sheets”. Nothing but Egyptian cotton 1000 thread, superior quality, of course.

Cher Bonfis
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