My mob originates, we have come to assume, from somewhere in Ireland, though exactly where we don’t know. Humza Yousaf, justice secretary in the Scottish government, was born in Glasgow to immigrant parents — one from Pakistan, the other from Kenya. We were contemporaries at university (Glasgow), I became a journalist around the time he became a politician (SNP, alas), and while I’ve long been impressed by his abilities, his smiley-sinister Hate Crime Bill confirms him to be a nightmarish fusion of Judith Butler and Mary Whitehouse.
What has never occurred to me is the notion that Yousaf is less Scottish than me. If anything, I wish he’d tone it down a bit. If he’s not ladening his every tweet with tartan slang like ‘wean’ (child) and ‘mince’ (rubbish), he’s extolling the virtues of Irn-Bru (which, for the record, is mince). Even this is not enough for some and a casual glance through social media reveals a minority fixation with Yousaf’s identity and, shall we say, allegiance.
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