Independence

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Prior to Brexit, Wales was largely supported and subsidised by the EU. A country, culture and language marginalised by the UK government for centuries, despite the singular fact that the Welsh were and still are the indigenous people of what is mainland UK, kept alive economically by the larger strategic grouping of Europe. Despite the EU's manifest faults, it nevertheless kept our country alive.

Fast forward to 2021 and we are now faced with a financial hole left by Brexit that is unlikely in any real sense to be made good by the UK government: the interim funding plan for the UK regions has a total budget some £155M less than the EU subsidies Wales has enjoyed hitherto. We're looking at a short-term(?) deficit in funding of some £365M annually - a million quid a day, folks; which is some big deal for a country as small as ours.

As far as I'm concerned, the argument for an independent Wales is stronger than ever - secede from the UK and rejoin the EU; hopefully alongside Scotland, although I don't see Northern Ireland being much interested in such a project. Europe enabled Wales to become strong enough to gain its own devolved economy and government, to at last not be entirely beholden to Westminster.

We've proved that we can do things right - our response to the pandemic is more than adequate testimony to that - we have what it takes to be a vibrant and successful part of a European family: on our own, we are underpopulated, under resourced and marginalised: the residue of successive cultural and political repressions that have pushed Y Brythoniad - The Britons - to the Western fringes of what were their/our native lands.

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