After watching Nick Griffin’s recent appearance on Question Time, and learning this morning that one in five Britons are considering voting for the BNP, I think it’s time to address the “issue” of immigration. It was heartening that the panellists and audience were, more or less, united in their vocal disgust at Griffin's ahistorical racist nonsense about “indigenous Britons”. But this is not going to be a post about the BNP; virtually all of my readers, I hope, agree with me that Griffin and his ilk are despicable, and I have no particular interest in preaching to the choir.
Rather, in this post, I want to focus on another part of the discussion, one which I think deserves an equal amount of attention; the sniping between Straw, Warsi and Huhne on immigration policy, in which all three politicians, to varying degrees, pandered to the prejudices of the tabloid-reading public. Indeed, Jack Straw seemed to me to be marginally the most principled of the three – which is perhaps unsurprising, since he is surely aware by now that his party has no immediate prospect of recovery from the political doldrums, and that he, personally, has little to lose at this stage by being honest. But it is sad, and a depressing reflection on the realities of British politics today, that no panellist spoke up in defence of open immigration. Nor did any of them truly question the basic irrational assumptions which underlie nationalist thought.
Most discussion about immigration policy seems to be founded on a basic assumption that “the British people” have some sort of a collective right to decide how “their” country will be governed, and to determine how many “non-British” people will be allowed to enter. This collectivist idea of “national sovereignty” is fundamental to political discourse, in this country and elsewhere; it underlies popular slogans such as “British jobs for British workers”. Yet I will suggest that this idea cannot be rationally defended.
What does it really mean to be “British”? I have done nothing to earn or merit my British passport. Rather, I received this privilege automatically, because I was born on British soil to British parents. It is the arbitrary accident of birth, not any moral desert or personal quality, which makes me “British”, and guarantees me the chance to enjoy all the privileges, opportunities and benefits attaching to that status. There is no intrinsic justice in this. Why am I more deserving of “British” status, and of the privileges attaching thereto, than someone of equal ability and moral character who happened to be born in Poland, or Pakistan, or Iraq, or Somalia? Why do I have an automatic “right” to live and work in Britain, to enjoy the protection of the British state and to participate in its governance, while my foreign-born counterparts do not? Why should I benefit from so much unearned privilege, while it is denied to others?
As Jack Straw pointed out, there is no such thing as an “indigenous” Briton. We are all of mixed ancestry, and can all trace our lineage back to numerous immigrant groups. Our culture, likewise, is a mixture of diverse influences from around the world – and is much the richer for it. Throughout history, people have come to this island in search of opportunity; in search of a chance to live in freedom and escape oppression, to choose their own lifestyles and pursue their own ambitions, and to be judged fairly on their abilities and their character. If we are to give the term any worthwhile meaning, this is what being “British” is all about; not a geographical or ethno-cultural identity based on the accidents of birth and ancestry, but rather a set of shared values. And if we place arbitrary caps on immigration, denying people the right to come here in search of freedom and opportunity, we cast away the values that make Britain worth defending.
I believe in a better, richer, fairer and more prosperous world for all of humankind – not just those fortunate enough to be born in the developed world. I believe in free international trade and competition, without regard to national borders. And I believe in the right of human beings to travel in search of opportunity and freedom, and to be treated equally regardless of where they come from. We should not pander to the populist prejudice of the Sun and the Daily Mail. Scapegoating immigrants for “taking our jobs” betrays a fundamental irrationality and ignorance, which should have no place in political discourse.
As such, I would argue that the major parties are fundamentally wrong, and morally cowardly, to advocate arbitrary caps on immigration, "points" systems, quotas, and the like. If foreign-born people wish to come to Britain, and they are able and willing to work, they should not be denied the opportunity to do so. Jobs are not birthrights; “British workers” are not entitled as of right to “British jobs”. There is no defensible moral reason whatsoever why those born in Britain should be privileged over their foreign-born counterparts. Even in lean economic times, British and non-British workers ought to compete for jobs, on an equal basis, in an open market. Nationality-based privilege is no less arbitrary, and no less unjust, than aristocratic privilege; and I hope the day will come when it will be seen as equally absurd.
I leave you with the words of Emma Lazarus, inscribed forever at the base of the Statue of Liberty in New York City. For those of us who believe in the freedom of the individual to follow wherever opportunity leads, and to be judged not by one’s nationality but by one’s character and qualities, there could be no better manifesto.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Here at the sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbour that twin cities frame
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"