I posted this over on Facebook, but that’ll vanish, and lots of people aren’t on FB, so I’ll put it here too, in case it’s useful.
What a weird day. Thatcher dead. I’ve long wondered what today would feel like. I can’t celebrate anyone’s death, but there’s a weird mix of catharsis that the architect of so much evil is gone, mixed with the tragedy that her worst ideas are alive well and multiplying like a virus.
I just wish she’d lived long enough to see us collectively reject everything she ever stood for.
As for sympathy and ‘respecting dignity’. Yup, I have sympathy for everyone still living in an ex-mining community mired in poverty, for the mothers of the disappeared who saw Pinoche embraced by Thatcher, for the victims of apartheid fighting the South African racists at a time when she branded Mandela a terrorist. I have a whole shit load of sympathy today, and am still asking for the same missing dignity that we’ve been asking for for 3 decades, for all those victims of regimes she backed, or policies she brought about, few of whom could afford a funeral.
She’s gone, but the repugnant hate-filled divisive politics she brought about are stronger than ever. Fight that. No need to get distracted by the sad death of a senile old lady.