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Date: 2019-01-06 06:56 pm (UTC)I'm so, so angry about Brexit. What makes it particularly galling on a personal level is that I received my UK citizenship in May 2016, and my new British passport (representing the freedom of movement rights I had so desperately craved) was literally delivered through my door at the same moment I switched on the TV the morning after the referendum and saw the result. As a non-EU migrant who paid thousands of pounds for visas and spent years in an extreme state of stress about whether I'd be allowed to remain in the country, to see British people throw away their freedom of movement rights like garbage was traumatic in a way I can hardly articulate. And my sympathies with your own situation — not being able to angry publicly about it would make things that much worse.