catboy wrote:isnt it strange that, prompted by the BNP , and maybe even before their recent popularity, that Britons have started to question thier identity from a geographic standpoint, there seems so much about certain folks claiming to be more british cos there family have lived on the island longer than others. This seems really really odd to me. In my own case i'm sure i could trace my rellys back yonks, but i dont feel especially British, and yet the Badger (mrs catboy) who's folks came here in '69, is to be seen on the edge of her seat whenever the england play that game with the 22 men and the ball shouting her head off.
there seems to be no obvious correlation between longevity of residence in a location and personal affiliation. I lived for a while in Carmel, California not long enough to be called a resident by a long chalk, but ask me where i felt most at home, happiest, most connected with a place and its there....
I think most people feel as you do, Catboy - I certainly feel no affinity with the place I was born. I've never felt more at home in my life than when I was sitting on the shores of Lake Garda but, although I discovered later that I had Italian ancestry, they certainly weren't from there. But I think it's natural and healthy to question origins. A problem only arises when the results of that questioning are used to foster all manner of nationalistic idiocy. It's maybe particularly important for the British to question their origins, though, as a lot of us were brought up on the Victorian version of history (you know - the solid Saxons, Good King Richard, Robin Hood - that kind of stuff) which was heavily edited to justify the actions of an Imperial Britain. The real story is much more fascinating, but dispels once and for all the notion of supremacy of any kind. It also dispels the myth of boundaries (sticking to which produces ridiculous situations such as MillyMollyMandy being classified as a Midlander) which existed only in the minds of whoever happened to be the ruling dynasties of the times. Ordinary people got on with their lives and their neighbours, even if they did live on opposite sides of lines which no-one thought to tell them about. Which is, of course, as it should be.
("Good" King Richard, by the way, was king for ten years but spent only six months in this country. He couldn't speak a word of English and bankrupted the country at least twice in financing his gung-ho battles and ransoms. Those "Saxons" would have despised him. Without doubt, the worse king on record. Amazing what a bit of positive propaganda can do).
Mike
EDIT: Oh, and don't fall for the hype about genealogy. By far the majority of people in Britain would have enormous difficulty tracing their ancestry before 1837, when offical registration of births, marriages and deaths began. Church records can get you back a bit further, but there is a well-known phenomenon in genealogical circles known as the "1700 barrier". That's a mere 300 years ago - hardly a good grounding for claims of aboriginality. Anyway, as Bonnie Greer pointed out, we're all Africans.
EDIT 2: You really should talk to the Badger about football, you know. It's 11 men - the other 11 are in the opposing team
