In many parts, the United Kingdom is showing increasing tension and division between what they consider ‘nationals’ and ‘immigrants’. Increasingly, the idea of deportation is becoming the go-to solution for all issues faced by modern society. The public, fearful of change, feel their beliefs and traditions are under threat by an invasion of immigrants who do not share their way of life. Humans instinctively endeavor to protect what they believe to be theirs and when it comes to the issue of immigration, fueled by the media, it is easy to understand why passions run high.

Living close to the Lincolnshire town of Boston (of which a significant proportion of its population is made from people born elsewhere in the EU) means that I have been subjected to countless opinions regarding the negative impacts of immigration. I have even on occasion found myself forming similar opinions, however upon reflection, I realised that without immigration, my family would simply not exist. I married into a family with a strong Sicilian heritage. My wife’s grandparents were born and raised in Sicily until 1960 when they left behind all their possessions and travelled, with just the clothes on their back, to England in search of work. Over the last 57 years they have made England their home, working hard, buying their house and forming strong friendships with likeminded people but most importantly raising their family.

I am very honored to have Sicilian blood in my children; it has never been said that they were anything other than British, although, without immigration they would never have come to be. Their British way of life includes, Sunday roasts, cups of tea and large portions of pasta; their British family includes a Grandma, a Nana and a big Nonna and my children’s life is greater for it. 

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