Having had several days of joint training
now it’s evident that there’s a massive difference in the sense of national
pride felt by each group of volunteers. The Bangladeshi volunteers are much
prouder of their history and culture than we are. We drew maps of our
respective countries and they knew every indent of land and tiny island in the
river deltas. Ours looked a bit like the UK but with an enlarged south of
England, squashed north of England, massive Wales and Isle of Wight, tiny
Scotland and not enough room for Northern Ireland! (If I attempted to analyse
that there’s probably a lot I could say, except for the Wales and Isle of Wight bits
anyway) They did look pretty covered in flower petals though.
We also sang our national anthems. Theirs
was sung with gusto and pride; ours was mumbled and we just about managed the
words to a verse and the chorus. In our defence, the national anthem is quite
dull and unfortunately, our group are all English as well, so we don’t even
have a better one to fall back on.
Throughout the day we shared songs and
poems from our respective countries or at least the Bangladeshis shared, we
were coerced into it. We managed an extra long version of Happy Birthday and on
reflection could have managed a Beatles song. Lawrence saved it a little by
reciting the Jabberwocky poem with actions but basically we were put to shame
by the Bangladeshi volunteers.
In part, I think this sense of pride comes
from being such a new country, emerging out a struggle for language recognition
and self-determination. It’s necessary to have that kind of national bonding to
form a cohesive society and develop a sense of nationhood after such a
beginning. Since our country is much more established we don’t feel the need to
prove our identity so much as it is more deeply entrenched. I realise I’m generalising
and that this doesn’t hold true for everyone, since there are plenty of
nationalist groups from all corners of the UK, but I do feel that our culture
and history has embedded a sense of nationhood quite deep in our collective
consciousness (or I’m just ashamed I don’t know anything other than Sonnet 116
by heart and certainly wouldn’t recite it in front of an audience!)
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