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A month after the referendum, nothing had changed. On the radio, triumphant campaigners celebrated the return to a past no one had experienced, their memories fed by the old films and novels they grew up on. In this world White children roamed freely over yellow fields and through seaside villages, surrounded by cheerful, brightly dressed adults. It was nostalgia for nostalgia. The losers knew exactly what their country had lost, so they also knew what lay ahead. But they had their delusions too. Everything that flowed from the vote, the mediocre leadership, the staggering cost, the greed, the craven hypocrisy, the racism, the violence, all that was there before; nothing had changed.
