Millions of words are going to be written over the next few days about Margaret Thatcher. A lot of what we will see will glorify her, will make her out to be something she may or may not have been. There will be the issue of the state funeral if that’s what she is afforded and of course there will be a lot of joy, maybe even some sadness.
I guess for me I just have mixed feelings. There are the feelings of my early teenage years of high unemployment, Ravenscraig, the miners, the poll tax , the end of free school milk to her glorifying Argentinians being killed by the barrow load in the Falkland War. I remember when viewing her on tv as her being a scary woman who appeared to have no compassion, no love, no humour. She appeared to hate Scotland, well thats what people told me. I’m not sure that she hated Scotland, I just don’t think she cared either way.
She was a middle class woman with some connections who decided to wage war on anything she didn’t like, she saw people being the problem rather than the circumstances they found themselves in. She wanted to change the UK into this vision that she had of her own experiences, but in doing so divided the country into those who could and those who wouldn’t be allowed to. She decided that those who couldn’t would be left behind and that there would be two classes, the have’s and the have-nots.
Many in Scotland tonight will be calling her everything under the sun, many in Scotland will celebrate her passing. Me, all I see now is a sad woman who was adored by those she hated and hated by those she needed to accept her. She was neither one of them or one of us, she was just a confused, angry and frustrated woman who never really achieved anything at the end of the day. She won’t be remembered for a great painting, a great album, a great story. She didn’t transform Scotland, she just became a figure to hate.
For me Margaret Thatcher was a failure, a failure of her time, a failure of the UK, a failure as a human being.