Words by Jacqueline Campbell. Image from The Independent.
In the wake of the draconian cuts announced by George Osborne last week, there has been a steady increase in the ever-present grumbling of those who begrudge money being spent on international aid. “Charity starts at home,” they admonish, “we have people dying HERE!”.
They resent the budget protection afforded to the Department for International Development (DFiD) at a time when every other sector is feeling the squeeze, particularly their beloved military. They expound the virtues of patriotism, and highlight all the social injustice and suffering that goes on within our shores. Suddenly they have an almost encyclopaedic knowledge of inequality in the UK, and feel that helping vulnerable people here and giving aid to those abroad are mutually exclusive activities.
These people call themselves patriots, and say they love their country; they undoubtedly shout the loudest during international sporting events, and get misty-eyed to the opening chords of God Save the Queen. They love Great Britain, and they’ve got the bulldog tattoo to prove it.
But what does all this posturing actually mean? I’ve no doubt many people simultaneously help the needy and love their country, but I’m uncomfortable with being proud of the arbitrary label that is my nationality, particularly if it means that the children of another nation are somehow less deserving of my empathy. (more…)















