I’m not Scottish (although my Nans would be quick to say that I do have Scottish heritage) neither would I call myself English (only for the Football and Rugby), because I have always proudly called myself British. I am not going to pretend to understand all the politics or economics of the current debate for Scottish independence. When the referendum was first announced my immediate thoughts went to what would our flag look like without The Saltire. To be honest, I didn’t really even take it seriously. I still even struggle to explain the difference between Great Britain and the United Kingdom. However over recent months, weeks and days my heart has been stirring to say a few things about our Union.
We love you, Scotland. We love who you are. We love what you bring to the family table. Yes in the past and probably still now the English have unfairly played the big brother role, but all little brothers grow up. Siblings fight. Siblings are different. They behave differently. But they are still family. Even when they grow up and have families of their own, they are still one, and still have one family name.
To be honest, I want to apologise to you for all the patronising comments telling you that you need us. That Scotland can’t survive without the Union. The truth be told, I believe the opposite. We are the ones who need you. We want you Scotland. Without you we will be incomplete. You carry a uniqueness that is amazing. And we want it!
I don’t like the independent spirit. I love freedom. I love independence. But I truly despise the independent spirit. It is something that I believe has infiltrated our culture. We don’t like relying on one another. We like doing things ourselves. Humans don’t really like being vulnerable. But relationship, true relationships command vulnerability.
The world has many problems. I believe standing together, working together, tackling issues together has to be the way forward.
I love our name: United Kingdom. We are united. Unity is in our name. It’s part of our DNA. It was never going to be easy. But it has to be better than going into it alone.
I mean no disrespect to anyone. And at the end of the day, Scotland, you have a right to choose. And if, as latest polls suggest, you go Yes to independence, I pray blessing over you. May you prosper as a nation. May the voices of doom be proved wrong.
Things do have to change. Our Union, if it continues, will never be the same again after 18 September 2014. But just because a family has problems doesn’t mean we quit on each other. Siblings don’t divorce one another. We stick with one another through the good, the bad and the ugly.
Come on Scotland, stay with us!