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I'm An Immigrant, Too

Paul and I got married on 24 May. And then Brexit happened a month later. It's just not a good era to live in a predominantly white English-speaking country, is it? Truly a letdown to the generations raised on the internet, discovering that, cultural mandates and taboos aside, we all have more similarities than differences as human beings. Considering all the lovely French, Polish, Greek, Indian, Filipino, Thai, and Pakistani people I've met since moving to York, I will not let an elitist scumbag like Nigel Farage suggest that a person's worth in and to the world hinges almost entirely on being squeezed out of the right cooch within the right land borders. Never. I want my legacy to be such the diametric opposite to his, and to Donald Trump's, that people wonder centuries from now if we actually belonged to the same stage of human evolution.

The good news is, I left the States as a well-known makeup artist within my city's fashion scene and can look forward to an interesting and creative career once my spouse visa is granted. I may hold on to my US Citizenship, though, since a major selling point, to me, of becoming a British citizen was being able to work and travel freely within the EU. Paris and Milan might still be in my future, but the script faces re-writes.

On a final related note, the worst part, by far, is hearing all the stories of emboldened racists throughout the UK attacking Middle Eastern, Eastern European, and Asian people with cries of hateful triumph, none of which I've faced so far because, you know, I'm white (mostly--some Native American and Southeast Asian going on in this bloodstream) and speak near-flawless, if Americanised, English. If I make it to the Anti-Brexit rally in York this Saturday (not likely because Paul and I are going on holiday), I plan to hold signs that say "I'm an immigrant, too"/ "We're all foreigners someplace". And so help me, Wedge, if my xenophobic father-in-law, who once referred to Shadiq Kahn as a "Paki" like that was the only vote of no confidence necessary in his right to serve as London's mayor, ever refers to me as an "expat", I am going to make him take all the seats so fast his spine's going to look like an accordion. I am an IMMIGRANT, motherfucker. IMMI-to-the-GRANT. Say it, accept it, BELIEVE IT.


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Jun. 28th, 2016 06:49 am (UTC)
This is such a upsetting time.
Jun. 28th, 2016 08:01 am (UTC)
Between Donald Trump and Brexit, I don't know what the hell to think anymore. So much misplaced pride in shit that doesn't even matter. I spent ten minutes at a cafe on Boothamgate (that's a street in York), crying on the shoulder of a friend who works there. He was born in Britain but his parents are French, and he doesn't know how things are going to shake out for them. All the two of us could assure each other is that, somehow, we'll find a way to undo as much of the damage as possible in the end. It's up to Generations X and Y now.
Jul. 1st, 2016 10:24 pm (UTC)
Within everything you wrote here (and I'm on board with it all because everyone's family came as strangers to where they are now at one point), what I heard loudest was "Paul and I got married on 24 May". Congratulations!!!! That is such good news. May life bless you both.
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