Is Everyone Leaving the UK?

A couple of days ago, I was wandering down the street of our nearest town when a car pulled up against the curb and a man yelled out, “Hello mate!” 

It was Matt, the chap who did our patio last year. Matt is the kind of guy of whom all Brits should be extremely proud. He’s a working-class, relatively skilled labourer who charges honest prices and loves his country as much as life itself. He’s clever, strong, and enjoys helping people out. When he’s not working to provide for his wife and children, or spending quality time with them, he hobby-shoots with his airgun as a pest controller, stopping rats from congregating on nearby farms. He’s the sort of guy, were our isles ever threatened, who would be the first to sign up to defend them.

Matt and I got chatting on the street, catching up on how life has been since we last saw each other when he was laying down stones for our patio.

“There’s no work anymore,” said Matt.

“Really?” I asked.

“No one has any money,” he replied, “No one is having any work done—not because they don’t need work done, but because everyone’s broke.”

“If this continues, what will you do?” I asked.

“I think we’ll leave the country next year,” he replied.

Matt’s wife is from Eastern Europe. She loves England as much as he does, which is why she wanted to come here over a decade ago. But, he says, neither he nor his wife feel like they live in England anymore. “Everywhere is overrun with Muslims,” he says. Luton—a town not very far away—has over 26 official mosques. Crime is up. Anti-social behaviour is up. Meanwhile, Matt’s mortgage, monthly bills, grocery shop, insurance, and general cost of living are crippling him and his family. He feels crushed and alienated from his own land.

As a self-employed worker, every six months, he sees the taxman come knocking and fleecing him of everything he has managed to save. At the same time, he increasingly feels that his tax money is put to poor use. He complains to me of illegal immigrants being housed in hotels throughout the country, the NHS collapsing and yet focusing its efforts on so-called ‘transgender re-alignment surgeries,’ or as Matt calls them, “chopping nobs off.” 

Eventually, the conversation goes where it so often does nowadays: the rape-and-torture Muslim gangs, and the imprisonment of politically incorrect Tweeters like Lucy Connolly. “Why am I ‘far-right’ for being annoyed about all these Muslims raping kids?” Matt rhetorically asks me.

Over half the self-employed labourers Matt knows have already left the country. Some have gone to Australia, others to Poland, one to Hungary. “There isn’t so much LGBTLMNOP rubbish over there—it’s better for the kids,” he says. 

According to The Daily Telegraph, since Labour came to power, a millionaire has left the country every 45 minutes. That’s a huge concern, for if the job-making wealthy members of our society all leave, then it will increasingly fall to the state to provide jobs to those who don’t have them, and provide funds to those who will never have them. And of course, that means even higher taxation for everyone.

The exodus of the job-making wealthy is bad enough, but the country must also contend with an exodus of the skilled poor—people like Matt. The native British are being pushed out of their own country, to which they still largely feel a profound attachment, but rightly, their attachment to their families is greater. 

These people are not racists or xenophobes. Matt himself married an immigrant. But she has integrated. That happens all the time. People come, they settle, they work, they contribute to the community, and they integrate. But that doesn’t always happen, and it’s increasingly rare. It’s not just Luton and Bradford that demonstrate the widescale failure of cultural integration in this country; it’s equally London and Birmingham, the country’s largest cities.

Prime Minister Keir Starmer was spot on when he said that we’re becoming “an island of strangers,” but he’s exhibited absolutely no ability or imagination to deal with this problem. Admittedly, it’s not all his fault; as long as the UK is bound to the European Court of Human Rights, it is hamstrung in any case. Any sensible leader, though, would be putting things in place to disentangle the country from Strasbourg. 

Of people living in Britain, 1 in 25 arrived here in the last four years. At the current rate, Britain receives through immigration the equivalent of Bristol’s population every year. If the current immigration level continues, the country will have added another 2 million people by 2029. Those, of course, are the official numbers, and many people suspect that the reality is more extreme. Meanwhile, the native, settled population are poorer, demoralised, vulnerable, and increasingly feel hated by their own political class, a general feeling that grows with each passing year.

All great kingdoms have their lifecycle. The United Kingdom, it seems, is reaching its demise. These Isles will still be here, but it will be a very different people, with a very different culture. Whilst that’s true in every age, this time it’s different. For the United Kingdom will have become something else not through an organic development of its people, but by rupture: the displacement and flight of its people and their replacement with another population formed from every people under the sun, with thin loyalties to the land, its history, and to each other. 

That chaotic and unhappy outcome can only be avoided with a fight. We should all hope that the democratic settlement of the nation allows for that fight to happen with votes and the passing of laws, rather than by something far less desirable.