It’s the final scene of “A Few Good Men”.
Tension’s riding high in the courtroom. Mr Leave-Voter is in the dock and for weeks, months Tom Cruise has been gently discussing the niceties. Economy. Workers’ Rights. Sovereignty. Democracy. National Security. Playing fair.
Mr Leave-Voter’s calmly gone along with it all. Pretended to be interested in the facts, in rational argument. Knowing that no-one is going to call his bluff. For twenty years he’s had to pay lip-service to integration, multi-culturalism, an inclusive European Society. Muttering about “Political Correctness Gone Mad”. Angry that he’s not allowed to admit he’s a racist any more, that it’s just not done.
But now he’s getting his chance to stand in that booth and vent all that repressed hate in a single bloody cross. To even up the long years of frustration.
Tom’s coming on strong now.
“Mr Leave-Voter. Tell me! Are you a goddamned racist!!!”
The bile’s rising; he wants to say yes. He wants to break the silence and shout it from the rooftops.
Go on then. Say it, damn you. Say it.