An icon of my decade of growing up died today.
She was the first English Prime Minister. A testimony of a strong female leader.
She was the poster girl for that era.
Margret Thatcher, Conservative Prime Minister of the UK for 11 years during 1979 to 1990, passed away today aged 87.
BBC political writer Nick Robins sums it up well:
"In an era in which politicians are all too often greeted with indifference, it is easy to forget that Britain was once led by a woman who inspired passion - both love and loathing.”
She was decisive and divisive.
I recall how everyday we'd see the update on the Miner's Strike. I saw the people rise up when being taxed to live. I lived with the idea of "me" being popularised. I recall Adrian Mole's headteacher displaying, proudly, his poster of Margret in his office. I recall when they announced the war in the Falklands. The SAS raid at the Iranian Embassy. The bombing in Brighton.
These were the days that I grew up in with Margret Thatcher as our leader.
I can't really say that I was an admirer nor supporter of her.
But today I find myself feeling a sense of loss with the news of her death. A reminder how life, no matter whether its my friend or opponent, is precious. Each of us matter. Each of us carry a unique signature. Today I mourn for Margret Thatcher.
"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." - Martin Luther King Jr.
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