Standing on a tube platform, Miriam González Durántez’s article (May has added insult to the injury of Brexit, Journal, 29 November) made me cry. Growing up in the north-east of England during the 1970s, I did not get to meet many foreigners as a child, so any opportunity I had to make contact with someone from somewhere different was deeply exciting. Now, living in London, surrounded by difference, it is no less exciting, and I am enthralled as I have ever been by different ways of living and thinking.
Having worked for 20 years looking after international students, I was deeply distressed by the Brexit vote and shocked by the increasing horrors of the “hostile environment” policy. An additional sadness is that my 21-year-old son, who has grown up among friends from all around the world, has lost at a stroke his right to live and work in the rest of Europe. But that is not the only thing he has lost: the trebling of tuition fees in 2010 wiped out the money we had been carefully saving to give him at 18, and saddled him with a £50,000 debt. But those two political blunders pale into insignificance beside the damage inflicted on his generation by the comprehensive failure of all governments to address the existential threat of climate change and halt the destruction of life on earth. That is when I really weep.
Alison Garnham
Chigwell, Essex