Polly Toynbee: This looks like war
Call it clean, call it hard, but May’s red, white and blue Brexit threatens epic self-harm – out of the single market, out of the customs union, no half-in, half-out. Immigration she has put above all else, regardless of livelihoods and despite polls showing that Brexit voters would not want border control to cost them dearly.
Enoch Powell from the grave has finally won – Brexiteer leaders are his direct inheritors. Where other Conservative leaders always saw off their little-Englander, closed-border right flank, she is the first to cave in.
How she has sugared that hard truth in fantasy visions of her “stronger, fairer, more global Britain”, as if this “great global trading nation” with its gigantic trade deficit still ruled the imperial waves. Cake-and-eat-it delusions infused all she said: Irish border? We’ll sort it, God knows how. Get all the trade we want for every key sector – no problem, and no contributions either. They need us more than we need them, she boasts. If they try punishment, here’s her fist – a cut-throat tax haven race to the bottom, “our freedom to set a competitive tax rate”. How disgraceful too to use our intelligence capability as a deeply damaging added threat.
More from the realms of fantasy: time and again she claimed the country was united or coming together, at least, when it has never been more sorely split, emotionally, politically, regionally, generationally. Nor was there any comfort for EU nationals here and thus none for UK nationals over there. Had she meant her words of keeping the partnership with old EU allies, that one small gesture of true friendship would have opened her negotiations in a genuine spirit of amity. Instead, this looks like war.