The best Thatcher remembrance, from the most unlikely source you could imagine
This piece about growing up in Margaret Thatcher's Britain was truly remarkable. Here's an an excerpt:
Perhaps, though, Thatcher "the monster" didn't die this week from a stroke; perhaps that Thatcher died as she sobbed self-pitying tears as she was driven defeated from Downing Street, ousted by her own party. By then, 1990, I was 15, adolescent and instinctively antiestablishment enough to regard her disdainfully. I'd unthinkingly imbibed enough doctrine to know that, troubled as I was, there was little point looking elsewhere for support; I was on my own. We are all on our own. Norman Tebbit, one of Thatcher's acolytes and fellow "Munsters evacuee," said when the National Union of Miners eventually succumbed to the military onslaught and starvation over which she presided, "[We] broke not just a strike, but a spell." The spell he's referring to is the unseen bond that connects us all and prevents us from being subjugated by tyranny. The spell of community.
Oh yeah, the author of this excellent essay?