This business with Scotland has got me to thinking…
My default position for many years has been that patriotism*, at least as I understand the meaning of the word, is essentially a flawed way of thinking.
(*okay, let’s do this properly: the feeling of loving your country more than any others and being proud of it)
Proud of one’s country? Perhaps like being proud when your country wins a sporting event, or proud of your country’s rich history/pretty beaches/whatever? No-one can or should be *proud *(or ashamed) of the country they were born in, as ‘nationality’ does not represent any achievement or result of agency on behalf of the individual. Whatever my nationality, I cannot (and must not) take any personal credit or share any pride in any good works done by my fellow compatriots. You can be proud of yourself, and perhaps proud of close intimates, but not an entire nation state.
Loving your country more than any other? People can be fond (or not) of the countries they live in, believing rightly or wrongly that their particular domicile has things going for it that places elsewhere don’t have. But that’s not the same as loving. Can one really *love *a geopolitical entity?
I could go on but you get the idea - the notion of patriotism has always seemed somewhat repulsive to me. Like religion, it has come across as a kind of disease of the mind; a lie spread by the ruling classes to manipulate the masses…
I recently got to thinking, though, about how nationality and personal identity fit together - and have realised there might be a bit more too it than that. I am British, which - as per the above, at least - would technically mean nothing more than I was born within the geographic boundaries of the nation-state recognised as the United Kingdom. But, hang on… I grew up in the UK; I have a British ‘cultural lens’ through which I see the world - I probably owe more of what I can loosely term my ‘personality’ and ‘character’ to British society than I care to realise. The UK is a lot more than an arbitrary political entity that I exist within - it created me - if I had been born in the US, Somalia, or East Timor, even if I were genetically identical, I would have grown up to be a very different person. So, in a way, I am the UK - we are all, in part, the country/ies that we grew up in.
Okay, this on its own is not enough to legitimately start chanting ‘Ing-ger-LEHND!’ and thumping foreigners, but it perhaps is enough to justify acknowledging that my relationship with the United Kingdom is more of a personal one than previously realised. Perhaps not of the crass, jingoistic flag-waving sort; but is some kind of patriotism ‘okay’? Can it be justified, as a kind of affection towards the society which helped to form you?
I’m rambling so I’ll stop. Any thoughts?