The late John Hume, Nobel laureate, with his wife, Pat, and President Bill Clinton crossing the Peace Bridge in Derry and with Helen and Bernie Heaney in the West of Ireland.

Marking this week’s anniversary of the Good Friday Agreement, amidst an uneasy peace disturbed by a generation that does not remember the past, the Social Democratic and Labour Party posted a clip from a speech by its founder, the great John Hume, writes Brian Wilson.

It has had 600,000 views and I hope some of them were in Scotland for his message was of urgent relevance to our own situation.

“I never forget my first political lesson when I was ten years old,” said John Hume. “The Nationalist Party were holding an election meeting at the top of the street and waving their flags. I was getting emotional too and my father who was unemployed saw that.

“He put a hand on my shoulder and said: ‘Don’t get involved in that stuff’. I said: “Why not, da?’. He says: ‘You can’t eat a flag’. Think of the wisdom of that. Real politics is not about waving flags. It should be about developing the standards of living of all people”.

That is as succinct an explanation as could be found of why I despise the politics of flags. One flag is no better in that respect than another when they represent the politics,  not of unity, but of entrenchment; symbols of division that marginalise the dynamic of progress.

Whether we admit it or not, Scotland is now well on its way to the politics of flags, both literally and metaphorically. The language of “unionist” and “nationalist” has passed easily onto the lips of our commentators, to the exclusion of “right” and “left”, “conservative” or “liberal”. It is a dead-end political journey and very difficult to return from.

Both Nicola Sturgeon and Kate Forbes reverted this week to instancing Ireland as a source of inspiration for their cause.  “If Ireland can do it, why can’t we?”  But do what, Ms Forbes? Create a state that after 100 years does not have a National Health Service free at the point of use? Would you wave your Saltire for that?

Nobody beyond the fringes would see any comparison between the British-Irish colonial relationship (in which Scots played a key part) up to the early 20th century and the one between Scotland and the rest of the UK today. There is no oppressor to escape from. So where does the analogy lie?

What they never mention is that Irish Nationalism led to partition. Most of those who invoke Ireland as an exemplar for Scotland would endorse Irish reunification yet see no irony in seeking to partition the island and the state which we ourselves live in. The new language could equally be about Scotland’s Pro- and Anti-Partition parties.

While it is Britain that Nationalism seeks to partition, divisions within Scotland itself would not end with any opportunistic referendum. On the contrary, there would be even more flags, whichever way the result went, triumphalism and recrimination reinforced. Then it would start all over again.

This week, we heard about an SNP manifesto which is entirely dependent on existing funding arrangements within the British state – the same entity which they demand to break away from without a clue about what currency they would use far less how far it would stretch to maintain even what we have.

I oppose them not because I am a “unionist” any more than a socialist in Brittany or a conservative in Bavaria is a “unionist” within their own countries because that is not how politics is defined. As a nation which is part of a bigger state, Scotland is part of a European norm, rather than the unique exception that is pretended.

Until that is better understood, we are on a one-way journey to unresolved division. Anyone who thinks that will lead to anything good should remember the wise words of John Hume’s da’.


I retain a loyalty to my home town and was curious to find it won a place in the SNP manifesto with a commitment to “explore the potential for a bridge from Gourock to Dunoon”.

Needless to say, there is not the remotest possibility of this coming to pass. Indeed, the Gourock-Dunoon bridge serves as useful metaphor for the contrast between a fantasy manifesto and more prosaic reality.

Under the SNP’s watch, Dunoon had its car ferry service removed, by-passing the town with predictable consequences. The wonderful Victorian pier – Dunoon’s hallmark owned by a cash-strapped local authority– is in desperate need of rescue.  Make-and-mend on the Rest and be Thankful scarcely fills travellers going the long way round with confidence.

Each could be addressed with relatively modest expenditure. Instead, they start talking about a bridge that will never be built. Job done.

I see we are also to have “the creation of a recognised Gaidhealtachd to raise levels of language competence”. If anyone can tell me what “creating a recognised Gaidhealtachd” is going to achieve, I will be more than interested.

Here in the real world, I live in one of very few parts of Scotland where there are nominally over 50 per cent Gaelic speakers and it is nigh-well impossible for any young family to find a home, while crofts change hands for impossible prices. But let’s have a “recognised Gaidhealtachd” and the problem will be solved.

I must make a note to check in five years time (DV) what became of the bridge to Dunoon and the recognised Gaidhealtachd.


  1. Bang on cue Brian comes roaring in supporting unionism and decrying the Irish Republic.

    And what precisely gives Brain the right to decry the Republic of Ireland as some kind of failed state. Because they don’t have an NHS is it Brian? No doubt that will make Northern Ireland as success then it seems if that is how you measure a country’s right to be a country.

    No doubt the Americans are a failed state too and should come back under the protection of the Queen and her benevolent ministers.

    I don’t think there would be many in the republic of Ireland ( nee Free State ) queuing up to re-join Britain Brian. Nor in the USA too, or the many other countries who chucked the Great British Empire out.

    Ah Unionist dreams Brian, dreams of a Great British Empire where poor Paddy doesn’t know what he’s missing.

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