Wednesday 10th April
I met Margaret Thatcher twice at official functions in Finchley; each time she was charming, even though I was representing the Labour Party. I believe that the persona she displayed on television was all an act, some sort of self-glorying in the image that was created for her by a worshipping media and an obedient party. There is no doubting that she was brave and single-minded and bludgeoned her way through all opposition. She was also lucky.
She was lucky that the Argentinians were stupid enough to invade the Falklands with an ill-trained and inadequate force, although we really do not know how any other Prime Minister in charge might have reacted. I suspect that almost all would have sent forces to reclaim the islands, with possibly less loss of life than happened under Thatcher. But the resulting victory changed her fortunes too. Before that she was on the rocks politically; her economic policies were creating high inflation and even higher unemployment and her poll ratings were dire. She was heading for defeat at the general election.
She was lucky too that the Labour Party was tearing itself apart; the gang of four had left and set up the SDP and the left was going bonkers too. Mchael Foot did his best to hold the party together but was never likely to be elected as a Prime Minister, he just didn’t look the part.
She was lucky that she had a worshipping press, orchestrated by a young Rupert who saw her as the way of changing the country the way he wanted it to go.
She was lucky in having Arthur Scargill go on strike without a ballot and leading the brave miners to a glorious defeat, although rarely has such venom towards a whole class of people been shown by a so-called leader.
And many people lapped it up, so much so that by 1985 she had become an elected Dictator who could do no wrong and the myth-making which we see today was set in motion.
There is no doubting her determination, her political skill and her success, but she also had luck.