I think everyone here living in the multicultural cities have been sucker punched. We assumed everyone in the country was like us. In fact we’d bought into this narrative where Britain had been a bastard for centuries, had learned some vital lesson after getting blitzed fighting a greater evil and had, essentially, embraced caring for our weak (NHS) and welcoming outsiders (our popular music etc). But all that, in the light of Brexit, increasingly looks like a brief bubble and that we’re the same old mean assholes we always were, that we were deluding ourselves. That an imperialist island can never change its spots. Shitty. So I’m deeply patriotic to my town, but I’ve no clue as to what my nation even is. I’m embarrassed by it.