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What does England mean to me, what does it mean to be English? Why, I suppose it’s a little bit like a reflex, a little like breathing: English is what I am; English is what I will always be.
For me it’s not about sport, or politics or any transitory passion; it really does rest on something altogether deeper. I love the English language, a love the beauty and the rhythm of simple English prose.
Yes, I know the language is not exclusively ours any longer. It’s been launched into the world sometimes with uncertain - and unhappy - returns! But I would continue to look for Englishness, Englishness expressed through words, in what I like to call the original ‘mines’ of our language, our poetry and our literature. There they are before me: Langland and Chaucer; the Bible, both in William Tyndale’s translation and in the King James’ version; the Book of Common Prayer; the plays and poetry of Shakespeare, the Jacobean poets and more.
I’ve been working my way through The Collected Essays, Journalism and Letters of George Orwell. He’s a super writer, a true craftsman, expressing himself in simple, limpid prose. In England Your England part of a longer essay entitled The Lion and the Unicornhe analyses at some length what exactly it means to be English.
A lot has changed since 1940 but a lot remains remarkably the same. The individuality is still there, the dislike of regimentation and officialdom, the suspicion of ‘ideology’ as something foreign, something un-English. These were the rocks against which Fascism and Communism floundered. It’s these same qualities that continue to make English people distrustful of identity cards or the European Super State; of standardisation in any form.
I have no hesitation whatsoever in saying that the English, with all of their idiosyncrasies, all of their baffling eccentricities, are simply beyond the comprehension of most foreigners. Karl Marx spent most of his life in this country in exile. Always expecting great things from the English proletariat, the most advanced in Europe, by the lights of his theory, he came to see that England was the one country in Europe with a bourgeois aristocracy and a bourgeois working class as well as a bourgeois bourgeois! His last recorded words were “To the Devil with the British.”
Britishness? Ah, yes, now there is a problem. I grew up believing simply that Britishness and Englishness were more or less the same thing though I was very well aware that the Celtic nations had a separate and somewhat prickly identity. It’s been their assertiveness, their determination to be ‘themselves’, to govern themselves, that resulted in our present botched constitutional settlement, one that has really forced me to focus more specifically on simple Englishness. I no longer use British to identify myself other than to say that I have a British passport.
Yes, our present constitutional settlement is botched, badly thought-out and unfinished. It has raised more questions than it has answered, the question over England’s political sovereignty above all, our right to manage our own domestic affairs without outside interference, interference by those who are not English. Where does England fit in the devolved United Kingdom? I simply don’t know. There is, so far as I can tell, no great desire for a separate English parliament, but things cannot go on as they are indefinitely. It’s a house of cards which will fall, I believe, if we ever again have a Labour administration only kept in place by MPs from Scotland and Wales.
Sovereignty also raises the question of our position within the European Union. This is a touchy subject because I see considerable dangers in the current integrationist drift in European policy, dangers in the Lisbon Treaty for our future liberty. If we ever do become Airstrip One it will be largely thanks to the efforts of our own politicians, arguably more damaging than those of Philip II, Napoleon or Hitler.
I’m sure it comes no surprise that I’m a history student. And it is English history, our common heritage, which I believe defines us as a nation in the fullest sense. Our pride, our individuality, our idiosyncrasies, our distrust of foreign ideas and, yes, of foreigners, has largely been determined by our island story, by a slow evolution of a common culture. I simply refuse to accept that there is a single English person, admit it or not, who does no feel a stirring of the blood when hearing the great St Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V. It most assuredly stirs my blood, as does the speech of Elizabeth I at Tilbury. That’s Englishness, a dogged courage in the face of terrible odds. That’s my England.
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Anastasia your England is your England but English is mine too...I am sure you are generous enough to accept this...lol.
From the language, we translate our senses and that’s how in the evolution of thoughts, language gained the prominence. Thoughts which created the languages, with passage of time, subsequently became subservient to language. English gained the prominence and for that credit goes to great scholars ...Now English is the language which has gone far beyond your Island.
Let me now say something about your England and surely, I have with me, my credible thoughts, which are structured, with impressions of 200 years of rule by England. These two hundred years are well documented and as I know there cannot be any error in knowing the history of England with that of my country India. This island as you named it gave us a lot...Your England contribution in making this country cannot be denied. I beg to differ with you as you tried to define the Englishness. I hope you know that Lord Bentinck ,Dalhousie, Wellesley, Warren Hasting, Curzon, Annie Besant and many more done a great job and they did it because of great qualities imbibed in those English people...They certainly delivered to this huge nation a lot ...Their Englishness are visible in many ways and we always admire them for that...As you said that “the English, with all of their idiosyncrasies, all of their baffling eccentricities, are simply beyond the comprehension of most foreigners....”Permit me with all humbleness that I certainly don’t believe that you have accumulated many credible reason to define the English. Ask me, I am a foreigner, he will tell you how we look at English people...we know you well and understand you. You cannot right your own testimonial ...Let me say with all fairness that English is not as you are perceiving...Long back your forefather left that Island and came to this country and left a legacy and we are preserving that in your language, in the institution like railway, armed forces, postal services, Irrigation....Anastasia you know why because In English we found the lost touch of our Freedom. Your England is yours but your English is mine too...come over India and feel it...I cordially invite you...surely on seeing the monuments and system which left by your forefathers, you would say “Forever for England”...Come and see the part of your England is here too...