People like to say “the nationalists are at it again,” as if caring about your own country were a fault to be explained away. But Scottish independence isn’t about grievance or grandeur. It’s about the simple right to call what’s ours ours — our voice, our history, our future.
For centuries, Scotland’s story has been filed under someone else’s heading. The records are there — ledgers and letters, ship manifests and plantation accounts — marked “British West Indies” or “British Empire,” even when the names written in them were our own. Those signatures belonged to Scots who lived, worked, built, suffered and survived. Yet their story, like ours, was absorbed until Scotland itself became a sub-clause in someone else’s history.
Independence, for many of us, isn’t rebellion. It’s restoration. It’s not about walking away from anyone; it’s about walking back toward ourselves. To reclaim the right to speak in our own voice, to write our own record, and to be answerable to the people who live here — not to a government that treats Scottish confidence as insolence.
Pride in your own country shouldn’t be an insult. Ownership of your own story shouldn’t need defending. Independence, in the end, is not about separation — it’s about self-respect.