When you catch a British nationalist’s argument to inspect its worth all you get is a cold handful of nothing.
You boast of being an inhabitant of two lands, a Scot and a Brit, but it is self-delusion.
You are not treated with double the respect, only with twice the indifference.
Loyal affection is a gift that inspires others. To withhold it is to constrain love. Why choose a kind of bondage? There is no enduring happiness in that.
What man wants to be rootless, without a place to call his true home? You may be born in one place, and disliking it, move to another, but you cannot say you were born in both. There are two nations in the Act of Union, Scotland and England.
In saying you are servant of two masters, Scotland and England, you betray an insecurity, an obsequiousness. You are worried of falling foul of either nation. You have not mastered your fears.
You seek temporary preferment but lose integrity. Do you see identification to both as a transaction? You do this for me, and I’ll do that for you?
There is nothing to stop you bonding with one nation and being benign to the other. Nobody but a fool thinks that love for one presupposes hatred for the other.
Do you choose neutrality? No man of decision pronounced indecision a safe haven.
If you choose neutrality you cannot be proud of being a Scot and a Brit. They are not two sides of the same coin. They stand for opposing ideals.
Do you think silence is the best form of diplomacy? If you choose to stay back will you be surprised if either land claims you are disloyal to them?
To be British and Scottish is no great matter, until one nation calls upon you to make a choice. If married to a non-Scot and the Brits tell you it’s time she was repatriated ‘home’ do you still say I’m a Brit and so is she?
That choice might be a war in a far flung land that is not your own. And the call to war might not be one you share. What will you do then? Will you accept the possibility of death as a futile gesture? Or will you send your son to die because he’s British?
Caution in love is fatal to happiness.
How do you imagine people will know the truth about you, about what you stand for, if you stand for opposing ideologies? How do you persuade one nation they are in the wrong on anything that retards individual happiness?
When the politics of one land is at odds with the other how do you serve your loyalty? A small portion to one side, the larger to the other? If the nations are in dispute, to avoid praising both or condemning both and appearing a hypocrite, do you scurry away and hide until one side or the other is placated and peace reigns?
Do you avoid unpleasant consequences of taking a stand? There are thirteen pieces of silver in that profound failure of commitment.
You see, a choice has to be made sooner or later.
One can be a Brit or a Scot and still shake hands in humanity’s brotherhood. You can be honoured as a Scot and a ‘Brit’ by both nations, effigies erected to you in all lands if you have achieved great things. You can claim to be loyal to the human race. There is happiness of a sort in that.
But when the time comes for your bones to be laid to rest you can be buried only in one country. Which one will it be?