St George’s Day - Pride, Prejudice, Privilege and Thanks
St George’s day came and went. With it passed, patriotic,
purebred pride, subtly persuasive promises (A new bank holiday!) from pandering
politicians, and Pubs. Pubs aplenty, patiently pouring Friday morning hangovers for the
Public, Pubs that were plastered and filled with flags and flagons of half
drank pints proudly toasting the death of a Dragon and the life of a Syrian man
who never stepped foot on this land, although the flag we know and love was handed from him, through King Dick, to us. Sometimes it all seems like a jealous pretence
to attempt to keep up with the Irish; nothing says pride like the Irish on
Paddy’s day, but they have had their fair share of shit sitting down and
discussing problems past, we must permit pride in prevailing resilience.
So what does it mean to be proud to be English?
Am I proud to be English? I’m lucky to be English; it is a
privilege, a privilege no doubt acquired by a past injustice, but in terms of safety
and blameless comfort, a privilege nonetheless. Pride, now that’s an entirely
different matter, for we have to acknowledge our comfort in the context of its acquisition
and be proud, or not, of that.
To be proud of something requires a choice, or a series of
choices, maintained attitudes and behaviour; we had no choice in when or where
we were to be born, so too be proud of these circumstances is nonsensical. The
achievement of our birth is not something we can give, or take credit for. The
same way I do not bare the guilt of our crusading predecessors on my shoulders,
I do not wear the pride of our achievements on my sleeve. The reason I am English
is due to a string of random or, in some scientific way, determined events that
were completely out of my control; to be proud of my nationality is to be proud
of winning a coin toss. So we could call those believing in birthright and entitlement… toss-ers?
St George’s day often rouses patriotic vibes, spreading a
love for all that’s English throughout the seasonally (Six Nations, World Cup) dormant
communities. The Day does, however, highlight the seemingly inseparable nature of
church and state. The celebration centres on a patron Saint, and is, therefore,
ultimately a joyous occasion of the church. As it has played such a formative role we
cannot separate the ruling fist of religion from the development of our nation.
But sometimes it seems to go unrecognised that the two do not always go hand in
hand; we can celebrate our country’s community without a devout prayer of
thanks to a long dead saint.
The 23rd of the 4th bore a very
profound and hand-holding message, collaborated from the mouth of social media,
and that was: Lucky to be English, Happy to be Human, Thankful for the
circumstance and the means to spread the word.
How lovely and fair, how Humanist.
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St George’s Day - Pride, Prejudice, Privilege and Thanks
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Friday, April 24, 2015
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