As I write this, there is a battle taking place all round us. Not a physical one, but one of words, backed up by praise on one side and bitter abuse on the other.
I’m speaking of the reaction to the death of Baroness Thatcher, the most prominent politicians of recent times, the only female Prime Minister to date and possibly the most divisive figure of the last 35 years.
I grew up in the 80s, as the country was recovering after the economic disasters of the 1970’s and the Iron Lady was at the forefront of that recovery.
It all comes down to which side of the political spectrum you come down on. I know there are many hardcore socialists who will be singing and dancing tonight in response to her passing. And why? Possibly because she made it that the unions could never bring this country to the brink, like in the Winter Of Discontent in 1978-79. In that you hold the reason for the way the National Union of Mineworkers were faced down some years later. The power of the unions was later diminished, albeit hand in hand with the reduction in the manufacturing industry to what we have today.
During the 80s, this country recovered and became a country to be proud of again. No longer were we the ‘Sick man of Europe’ and that recovery lasted until the recent recessions we have suffered.
Although its to be expected, I find it disturbing that some hated the woman so much that they resort to massively disrespecting the person. To speak ill of the dead reduces the speaker and enhances the reputation of the dead person in my opinion.
Far better to go by the words I remember my Gran once saying “If you can’t say anything good about someone, then say nothing.” Although you can’t defame the dead, there’s no need to disrespect them.