Ladies and gentlemen, dear readers of INDEPENDENCE Daily, valued contributors to this site!
In two weeks from today we will celebrate the five-year anniversary of the Vote on the EU Referendum. We are planning to publish a Special Anniversary Issue on that day, to commemorate and celebrate our achievement – the day when we voted to Leave, when we Leavers won against the odds.
Our appeal goes out to all of you, from the authors who’ve written about Brexit over the years to the comment post writers who’ve been contributing so much to the debates, to all you silent readers, much valued: please take this opportunity to tell us about your own experiences on that seminal day!
We appeal to you, the proper grassroots who made this, our victory, happen five years ago! This is about us, not the professional Leave journalists or EU MEPs – they have other venues where they can and will share their memories.
This special issue is about our, the grassroots’ memories. It’s about us, whose voices aren’t heard, who are always taken for granted. Let’s hear from you – after all, anyone who can write an email can write us about how they experienced that day.
So put pen to paper, or rather: fingers to keyboards and tell us about your experiences: did you cry – did you stay up – did you broach the champagne – did you dance in the streets or at least in your back garden? Let us know!
Don’t worry about typos, grammar and all that jazz. Instead, rest assured that the INDEPENDENCE Daily editors will do their usual best to polish up your submissions.
Please send your writings, short or long, to the usual address:
Thank you!
“The 1975 decision to join the Common Market has been reversed by this referendum to leave the
EU.”
We voted (supposedly) to join a common market not the European Union and certainly not a European superstate.
This says it all: f**k off Nazis, Communists and globalists or whatever you are now calling yourselves.
We didn’t bother staying up for the count, for we knew Leave would lose. Certain the constant threats, lies and half-truths from the Establishment would prevail, what would be the point of missing a good night’s sleep?
The following morning, imagine our disbelief and joy at the good news. After the initial shock, I must confess to a moments doubt. What if the warnings from Project Fear were true? Would the EU actually allow us to leave, or would they work with our Establishment to thwart the result? After a bit of reflection, I was sure the former wouldn’t happen, bolstered by my understanding of international trade and Finance. It was the latter that worried me.
As the morning progressed, I was heartened by the glum faces of the impartial BBC presenters and commentators. This alone told me I’d made the right decision.
Sadly, as the days and weeks went by, the polarisation of position manifested itself amongst some of whom we had considered reasonable friends. During the Referendum’s run-up, when everyone believed Remain would easily win, our Leave view had been tolerated and gently mocked. Now we had comfortably won the debate, their attitudes hardened. How dare the gammon not do as their betters wanted. The young were robbed of their birthright by the uneducated old, who should move aside. You know the rest, dear reader, and probably experienced it yourselves in varying degrees. I even had to remove one person from my circle of friends after a particularly nasty rant on Facebook, basically calling us all fascists and racists.
A strange day to be sure. What followed over the next few years was even stranger…
Oh what a day! “The dawn is breaking…. the people have spoken…..and we’re out” And we were sinking English champers after coming home from our count with a Leave win under our belt, watching his poor contorted Remoaner face; what a dawn it was.
I’ll see what I can do for you at the weekend Viv. Who else was out putting up posters on roundabouts when that huge thunderstorm started on the eve of the poll?
Who would have thought then that it would take sooo long to execute and our treacherous politicians allow such a betrayal of our fishermen and, worst of all the good people of Ulster? And who would have predicted that five years later the party that made it happen would have descended into a hopeless and lawless farce?
Ah – ‘that’ thunderstorm! The flooded streets in London! I remember now that some of us hoped it would prevent Remainers, especially the ‘yoof’ Remainers, from venturing out to vote. Little did we know that the social-media addicted youth seemed to have thought that ‘unliking’ something wasn’t = actually voting …
Very boring but I just remember the sense of relief. We just ran the pub as usual and would have mopped up the tears of weeping remainer… But there weren’t any!
Some of us, me included thought that our exit from the European Union would be rapid and final after the 2016 Referendum. I remember being in one of the counting locations in Kent which was then a UKIP stronghold, and being totally elated when that out of touch buffoon David Dimbleby announced on BBC that we were ‘out’. Little did we know then, that the farce of actually getting out would run and run and run. In hindsight perhaps he should have said ‘the people have spoken and we WANT out. What we wanted and what we eventually got courtesy of the ruddy useless Conservative Party were two different things, and here we are 5 years down the road with part of the country (Northern Ireland) being treated differently from the rest of the country, still giving the EU our money, and without full control of our fishing and territorial waters, all because dithering Johnson couldn’t make up his mind and was afraid of his own shadow.
Five years? Is it really that long? Here is the link to my favourite moment:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaPw9wYnq1E
The people have spoken and we are out! To get your readers in the mood for writing.
That one – hugely enjoyed at the time by yours truly – will certainly grace the Special Issue in two weeks!
Brilliant thanks for the reminder Matt Up North
Great clip Matt. The bit that really floated my boat was that he looked like the bottom had fallen out of his World and every word was choking him!