Oh Christ. Look what’s going on in our country. Read the comments below from Alexandra Bulat and Majbritt Aspinall. Increasing numbers of people want ‘us’ to go home. You know, those of us who were born here, the ones with funny foreign names.
I’ve had no grief yet, but with a name like Johansen how long will it take for someone to tell me I am not really English? It’s already been suggested to me on social networks that if I don’t like it here, I can just “fuck off to where (I) came from”. What – fuck off back to Brislington, in Bristol, where I actually came from? I quite like it in South Gloucestershire thank you very much.
Whilst my family names have foreign influences in their names – Dutch and Norwegian and that’s just for starters – I’d imagine anyone called, say, Murphy is quite worried. After all, Murphy is an Irish name. Don’t have an Irish names because don’t forget that they’re not pure English either. And what about the barking mad Tory MP Mark Francois? I mean: Francois? Hardly a regular home counties name, is it? Or Farage, even?
Not that Steve Bullock, who replies to the above tweets, knows about these things. After all, he was only a British person who, er, negotiated with the EU. What would he know?
In all seriousness, here comes hate again, all officially sanctioned by our new government and our new prime minister, who was born in America and has Turkish – fucking Turkish, mind you – heritage. No. He’s absolutely 100% English, even if he has adopted his Russian-sounding second name as his first name. But let’s not mention Russia yet, eh?
Me? I’m not going to pretend to be what I’m not. My sons, who are more English than me, but have even more ‘foreign’ names know who they are and where they are from, too.
We’re English, okay, with gallons of ‘foreign’ blood coursing through our veins. Does that really matter? Honestly? It looks like to some people, at least, it does matter. How dare you have a foreign name?
