I am no Royalist but there is no doubt that the hysteria surrounding this weekend indicated that this particular monarch has embedded herself within the cellular structure of many people. Subsequent to her grandson`s nuptials last year and the forthcoming extravaganza in East London in a couple of months there is a level of British nationalism in the air unheard, unseen and unfelt for a generation. As a third and seventh generation descendant of immigrants to this country who were forced to leave their native lands as a result of the extreme nationalism enveloping their countries of birth a lingering suspicion of that universal force has been with me since childhood. Of course there can be no nation without nationalism and that is the paradox. What has particularly given me hope for the future from all the Jubilee celebrations is that our national flag; the Union Jack, is no longer the preserve, at least in England & Wales if not in Northern Ireland and around Ibrox Park on a Saturday afternoon, of the British National Party, English Defence League, National Front or any other group of fascists masquerading as nationalists. It has been reclaimed by the citizens of the U.K.