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Whatever we can say of Theresa May we certainly cannot say that she does not understand the state of play in this new era of Anglo-American relations. Knowing that her bridges are well and truly burnt in Europe and that her future in Number 10 depends on securing the support of the Trump administration, she had the temerity to stick the boot into the outgoing administration over its eleventh hour change of heart on Israel at the UN Security Council; something she would not have done had Hillary Clinton won the election. Grasping the fact that her career and the political unity of the United Kingdom relies on maintaining a “special relationship” with whoever is in the White House, she and her government studiously avoided all of the EU talks bewailing the election of Donald Trump. Theresa May knows what she is doing, but that doesn’t mean it’s good.
Instead of acting on principal or those old fashioned British values she keeps telling us about, those virtues of goodness and kindness her clergyman father supposedly instilled in her, May acted only out of pure desperation and opportunism. She couldn’t get over to Washington quick enough – invite for Trump and Melania to meet the Queen at Buckingham Palace in hand – to endorse the man to whom she is about to sell her little Britain. So much for values and virtues at the press conference when, even after promising a frank discussion on disagreements, she bottled it when it came to Trump’s promise to reintroduce torture. Human rights and international law be damned: That’s America’s business.
As it is with all conquered people, she came crawling to her new overlord bearing earth and water; jam for the misses and a quaich – no doubt a symbol of her intention to deliver up Scotland in her folly – for the Donald. Our Theresa gets the power of symbols, and she well knows President Trump prefers the simple language of pictures over the complexity of big words in books. This explains her dress choice too; when she takes on the role of Hammer of the Scots she dons her wee tartan number, and with Trump it’s that hideous symbol of brutal British imperial might – the Redcoat. This was Yorktown all over again, the return of Cornwallis to hand up his sword.
It was weirdly ironic that as Trump spoke about the UK being a free and independent country Theresa May was wearing… twitter.com/i/web/status/8…—
Butterfly Rebellion (@Butterfly_Reb) January 28, 2017
Ignorant and slow-witted as Trump is, he is a man who understands power – much in the same way that a dominant dog knows its arse is not to be sniffed – and he let the Prime Minister know it. On all the White House’s official documents for the Oval Office meeting her name was misspelled “Teresa May;” not a big deal between casual acquaintances exchanging greetings cards, but in high profile diplomatic talks this is an oversight too far. Adding to the insult, the real Teresa May is a porn star. Oops! In the pressroom between sessions, names again became the giveaway in the power play; the Donald was always “Mr. President,” but Theresa was only ever “Teresa.” What was obvious throughout was that the Prime Minister of the formerly great Britain was to be humiliated. Donald Trump likes to remind women of their place, and that includes the United Kingdom – his bitch.
Once again we have witnessed the spinelessness of Britain engaging in the appeasement of a despot, and again it will be made to pay the price. Clouds are already gathering over us, and, with the German Chancellor having to school the president – who has already enforced his Muslim ban by decree – on the Geneva Convention, it is frightening to think of how this storm will play out. May has now made the commitment that Britain will be – on a tight leash – at Trump’s side, and we had bloody better be prepared for what is coming next.
Scotland’s First Minister, Nicola Sturgeon, has responded to the state visit by saying that it “would be wrong for it to go ahead while bans on refugees and citizens of some countries are in place.” It would be wrong. It is so wrong as to be completely morally bankrupt, and this is a capitulation to evil in which Scotland must have no part. Trade deals never come alone. Beads for the natives are always a precursor to more wicked things. Trump wants a “great” relationship with Britain, and “great” to him means only that which benefits the Trump Empire. He has made it clear that all his trade deals will “put America first,” and in this little Britain is no exception. May’s deal is asymmetric and it will open British politics and society wide to the cancer of Trumpism. Scotland’s answer cannot be one of cowardly appeasement, but one of resistance – based on Scotland’s values of welcome and tolerance – because our journey to independence is about to become a struggle against America’s interests.
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