I very briefly went out with a girl from Gonerby, a suburb of Grantham, and was walked past the Grocer Shop where Margaret Thatcher grew up – rather ironically it had become an Indian Restaurant, it was an interesting to see but of no great import. Margaret Thatcher was of some importance, being a Miners Son, living in a Mining Village which was a suburb of a Steel Town (Sheffield) I saw the bitter legacy that this woman left behind. I wouldn’t say she hated the Working Class, but she certainly didn’t care about the social deprivation she caused. Unfortunately I can still frame her first election as a reaction to the power of the Unions that appeared to be usurping the power of the Government, and no matter how Socialist I am, I have to believe in the supremacy of the elected Government.
Apparently Mrs T is a very frail and sick old woman and probably going to die sometime soon. She is going to die but she will be doing it in some comfort, unlike the people she governed – the scars in the Pit Villages is still sore, families that will not talk to each other because of the Miners Strike in the mid-eighties, Villages that once boasted a community now just dormitory villages, cities, like my native Sheffield, stripped of its pride.
My Mum was a ‘Buffer’ – she polished Knives and Forks – a menial job, but one she was fiercely proud of, like the men who sweep the floors of Meadowhall who once made Steel or hewed coal; Thatcher stole our pride, she installed the worship of money and greed over family values. If not for Thatcher it is conceivable that the UK would have had a viable mixed economy something akin to Germany’s.
She is on the point of death, well probably not gasping her last, but she is using her few more allotted years rather quickly.
I really should feel sympathy, but I can’t. Even when I was at school she was the Minister of Education and took away the free milk, to be honest I wasn’t that much bothered, but it was the principle of the ‘public good’ she was eking away at. She politicised me, and my generation.
To be honest I think David Cameron is worse than Thatcher, but he is not politicizing this generation – such is that apathy that has been breed in the UK. It was mentioned today the a stall outside the Trade Union Congress is selling ‘I’ll Dance on Thatcher’s Grave when she’s dead’. Quite rightly the Tories are condemning the T-Shirts, amongst them Aidan Burley MP (@AidanBurleyMP) who thought it was perfectly OK to attend a Nazi themed Stag Party in the South of France and tweet at the opening of the 2012 Olympic Games:
“The most leftie opening ceremony I have ever seen – more than Beijing, the capital of a communist state! Welfare tribute next?“
“Thank God the athletes have arrived! Now we can move on from leftie multi-cultural crap. Bring back red arrows, Shakespeare and the Stones”
Any compassion is a crime in todays UK society, and no-one can express better than Aidan Burley – a true child of Thatcher.
What annoys me is that Labour MP’s felt compelled to join in the condemnation of the T-Shirts, as they have been forced to renounce the Trolls that criticise Thatcher, her victory is almost complete, I am waiting to hear that she has taken Hell captive and conquered death, such is the power of this woman in British psyche. To me, and obviously the Labour Party has to play politics and not give ammunition to the Tories, it seems that the Labour Party, along with the rest of country, has forgotten the misery this woman caused. Whilst the story forces me into having compassion for the Thatcher, and that is gut wrenching, we are in danger of idolising this woman. The country has to remember the abject poverty she left people in, and that she plunged headlong into the Falklands War when it could have been avoided, as it had been many times before.
The best I can think of say is that the T-Shirts are probably a little tasteless, but very understandable.