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Daughter of Saint George

by Anastasia (writer), London, April 17, 2012

Credit: AFB
Punting on the Cam

Some reflections on the eve of England’s national day.

As we approach Saint George’s Day I’ve been thinking quite closely about issues of national identity. I recall a documentary some years ago made by one Darcus Howe, a black writer and broadcaster (his colour is relevant, as you will see), in which he explored this very question. It was called The White Tribe, a kind of cultural safari in search of England, of what it meant to be English. A great many of the people he asked, people mostly from white working class communities, could not answer his basic questions. One respondent, struggling to come up with something, eventually alighted on line dancing!

In the course of his journey he also managed to have a brief exchange with Norman Tebbit, formerly a minister in the government of Margaret Thatcher, who admitted that concepts of English identity were indeed problematic. He went on to say that his ancestors were migrants from the Low Countries, and he was glad that they had moved, otherwise he would have been born a Belgian! Then their discussion moved on to Englishness and Britishness. Howe was told that he was not ‘ethnically English’. “Do you mean because of the colour of my skin?”, he asked. “No”, Tebbit replied, seemingly forgetting that he had already defined himself as not ‘ethnically English', “you are not English, but we are both British.”

So, the question clearly has to be, what happens to Darcus and all of his kindred if Britain disappears, as it may very well do anytime within the next fifty years? I’m going to hold off on giving an answer here for a bit, though you might already have arrived at your own.

To a large extent Howe was in pursuit of a chimera, something that even he did not fully understand, something he had not really attempted to define. For example, he thought that a ploughman’s lunch - which he could not track down amidst the curries and burgers - was an example of ‘traditional English fare’, whereas in truth it’s a pure marketing invention, traceable back only to the 1950s. But what about his assertion that England was full of people who don’t want to be English anymore, that we have turned into the cappuccino race, rootless and impossibly cosmopolitan? The short answer is that it’s rubbish.

The thing is the English, the English race, if you prefer, though that’s that seems to me to be an expression devoid of all meaning, has been made up of successive waves of migrants, ancient and modern. My own ancestors are Norman French, though I’m English through and through, ancestry being no more than a distant echo. Yes, there is a vagueness about our national identity, certainly in contrast with more recent migrants, who still carry an attachment to foreign places. But I’m going to go so far as to say that to be vague is to be quintessentially English, to be vague and to be slightly eccentric, beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

I have no idea at all what it means to be British; I know exactly what it is to be English, to belong to my England. Here is a passage from an essay I wrote dedicated to the question what England means to me;

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, I’m not British; I’m English. I cycle from my rooms to college most days. I go riding just about every Sunday along old bridal paths. I like gymkhanas and country pursuits in general. I go hunting in season. I have a passion for the history of my country, particularly for the England of the seventeenth century, which has done so much to confirm my belief in the importance of monarchy in our constitution. I enjoy such food as roast beef - though I have a preference for venison -, fresh salmon, scones with high tea and stodgy puddings. I like to be taken punting on the Cam on warm spring days. I like May balls and daffodils. I like strawberries and cream at Wimbledon. I love the plays of William Shakespeare, the poetry of John Donne and the novels of Charles Dickens. I like Tudor and Stuart dance music and the orchestral work of Frederick Delius, particularly Brigg Fair and In a Summer Garden. I like old churches and ruined castles. I have a tremendous affection for the Church of England and an even greater affection for old English folkways. I like Christmas carols, the more traditional the better. I distrust alien ideologies, like socialism, communism and scientology, any form of fanaticism, really, in politics or religion. I distrust political enthusiasm and hero worship. Or if I do like heroes it's historic fatties like Sir John Falstaff or Horace Rumpole! I like to go to Henley for the regatta and I far prefer tea, English Breakfast, to be precise, to cappuccino!

So, this is my England, this is my nation. It may not be yours but we all have our own vision and our own sense of place, where even things like line dancing will be welcome! For that’s the best thing of all about being English – our power to adapt, to turn foreign influences to our own ends.

There will always be an England, even if Britain goes, an England where the descendents of Darcus Howe will be welcome, because Norman Tebbit is wrong: it’s not about ethnicity, or colour, or race, or class, or state – it’s an attitude of mind.

This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,
Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.

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By Uttam Gill on April 18, 2012 at 10:17 am

Anastasia I also see a England in your heart...I admire that attitude of yours…which is not at all about ethnicity, or colour, or race, or class, or state...Your England is yours and you are rightly proud of that...This proud Indian admires England too…

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By ColonialBoy on April 18, 2012 at 02:42 pm

My own ancestors are the [Celtic] British mutts you English seem to so despise :-P

Dad's people were a Welsh/German mix, Mom's a Scottish/? mix (In photos, the ? part of my family look like a group of German or English peasants, despite that for centuries, the males in that line have all been barristers - one of whom has even broken fast w/Queen E2).

For the most part, like most Celts, we have been somewhat uneasy about being around you English (something to do w/invading armies & burnt castles). But having put a rather good-sized pond (and a few hundred years) between us, bad memories have faded. Now, having recently come across the writings of a brilliant & beautiful English Patriot (one Anastasia Fitzgerald-Beaumont) I (and my family) are rethinking our attitude about England - if it can produce as marvellous a creature as her, perhaps it is not such an awful place after all! :-)

To me, the "English" are the Anglo-Saxon (with a few Normans mixed in) core of the people that populated Britain before it became the centre of a world empire. They are harder working (if somewhat less sophisticated) than the French, but warmer, & less rigid than the Germans.

[NOTE: for all their good qualities, the English don't sing as prettily as we Welsh, or make whiskey as fine as the Scots :-) ]

The English language, legal system, and style of government is used (w/little modification) around the world.

I agree, it is a culture worth preserving. :-)

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By Anastasia on April 19, 2012 at 05:27 pm

Uttam, I'm so glad. :-)

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By Anastasia on April 19, 2012 at 05:31 pm

CB, you make me blush. :-) Just one minor correction - I do not despise the Celts. My people have a holiday home in the north of Scotland. I visited quite often when I was growing up. Here, please have a look at this. Besides my boyfriend is a Scot. :-)

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