It is beyond doubt that the ‘very idea of England as a nation’ has been publicly called into question at various times by certain Scots and other anti-English individuals. The supreme irony is that some of them misrepresent themselves as being both democrats and liberal, whilst others nurture the fiction that they are socialists and international socialists at that with England being the one nation to be excluded from their bizarre concepts.
The sad passing of Maya Angelou brings some of her powerful thoughts to mind which seem apposite to the situation English patriots at this brief setback moment. With our anti-English opponents in mind, I cite the following:
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.