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Xiberras tells Hain: Shame on you
Former Gibraltar minister Maurice Xiberras has told Foreign Office minister Peter Hain: “Your statements and your policy in respect of Gibraltar and its people bring shame on you, on our Labour Party, on many of your colleagues in the Parliament and in office, on your political record as a defender of freedom, and on me as a Gibraltarian and a British citizen.”
The following is the full text of Mr Xiberras’ letter to Mr Hain:
To the Hon Peter Hain
Minister for Europe.
On the day the people of Gibraltar will be demonstrating their anger with the statements you have made in relation to the resumption of the Brussels process; your proposed course of action in relation to the discussion with the Spanish Government of Gibraltar’s British Sovereignty against the wishes of the people of Gibraltar; your proposed exclusion of Gibraltar from the European Union’s Single Skies policy, I must express in the strongest terms my own anger with and rejection of the statements you have made, your dictatorial attitude towards your fellow citizens in Gibraltar, and the course of action you propose to take.
Although now resident in the United Kingdom, I write as a once Member of the Gibraltar House of Assembly, Minister of the Gibraltar Government and Leader of the Opposition involved in the drafting of the terms of the 1967 Gibraltar Referendum, the 1969 Gibraltar Constitution and its Preamble, which you now dishonour in the spirit if not in the letter, and once Leader of the Integration with Britain Party; and finally as a member of your Party in the United Kingdom.
I believe that the soil of Gibraltar, in its full and present extent, is British now and that its alienation by Parliament is subject now, in every moral sense, to the wishes of the people, as much as the alienation of the people of Gibraltar is subject constitutionally to the wishes of the Gibraltarians.
Your statements and your policy in respect of Gibraltar and its people bring shame on you, on our Labour Party, on many of your colleagues in the Parliament and in office, on your political record as a defender of freedom, and on me as a Gibraltarian and a British citizen.
In solidarity with all British Gibraltarians, Gibraltarian British, who will be demonstrating today, I call on you to halt this dishonourable and undeserved conduct towards Gibraltar and its people, and to resume genuine, clean and honourable consultations with the elected representatives of Gibraltar, with full respect for the rights already acquired from Britain, from the European Union by virtue of our membership as Britain’s dependent territory, and with full respect also for the legitimate aspirations of the Gibraltarians.
To act otherwise would be to perpetrate an injustice on a small but proud people, who have endured much, to remain what you are today - British - and Gibraltarian.
“El sueño de la razón produce monstruos”
Francisco de Goya
1746 - 1828
Waking up, minutes before the alarm clock goes off, to a typical Gibraltar summer day, clear blue sky,
golden threads of sunlight permeating through the window shutters. Summer’s day in October?
As if in a nightmare the streets were deserted, no hustle and bustle down Main Street. From Grand Casemates Square to South Port Gate nothing moved, shops and residencies bolted alike. No traffic in Winston Churchill Avenue. No aircrafts on the tarmac. No playful sounds of children. Everyone in the safety of their homes,
The sun kept shining, no warmth in the air. Against the blue sky our Rock looked sad, more grey than ever, today it smiled down on no one. An eerie feeling could be sensed in the air.
Not a single bobby in sight, instead a paramilitary body of a bygone era in a foreign land.
The only murmur of people came from the Convent, in the midst of the small group of foreigners facing the portico a white horse, its sole purpose an alien symbol of triumph. To Gibraltarians more like the first white horse of the apocalypse.
The seasons of betrayal and chicanery had dawned on Calpe. Gibraltar had tasted the first bitter morsel of treason.
The alarm clock went off, it was time to wake up.
Funny thing dreams.