This last week has been bizarre -- from twisted personal attacks to an amazing march for Europe in Edinburgh. Of course the week also marked a watershed: as matters stand, it's a year until Brexit day. A good moment to reflect on this "journey" and why I still do what I do. 1/
That journey begins in the early 1990s when I first visited England. I come from a distinctly working class family, one that could not be any more of a family from Ostwestfalen than it is: best holiday is at home in the garden, best life in Ostwestfalen. I was never that. 2/
My grandmother was the key to me not being that. We travelled to France, Spain, Italy, Sweden ... and England -- London and the south to be precise. Cool Britannia was just about to emerge and I loved what I saw on that first visit.
But while I am very glad Young has resigned, this has done enormous damage to the OfS. Undoubtedly, some people will now begin to rewrite the story and cast Young as the victim of a witch hunt (he’s tried himself already). Don’t let them tell you that. 2/
This wasn’t one. It also wasn’t about party politics nor left vs right. It was about whether a range of status groups at universities could be confident in him helping regulate them - if you missed this see my old threads 3/
Ok ... I am thunderstruck - in the most positive way possible - by your kindness and the wave of what I can only describe as an outpouring of love in relation to the thread below. So I want to send a PS to it ❤️ 1/
When I wrote that thread I had had the strangest of days, seeing old connections crumble because of whatever the heck r*tain was. But that was just the final straw, not the trigger - a bit more about that later. But compared to yesterday, today was something else. 2/
And that is down to you, tweeps. Only you. This morning I woke to over 250 emails in my inbox. I was flabbergasted. Over the course of the day more and more arrived. They doubled, then they trebled. There are now close to 800 emails in my inbox. 3/