I grew up in the Thatcher years, but it is my parents opinions of her that I remember, more than my own.
They admired her because she was tidy and strong, which I think meant she was someone who respected herself, and so did they. They compared her to Michael Foot and Tony Benn, who they couldn’t take seriously as political leaders. For them, Boris Johnson would come into the same category.
It was ironic, because my dad was a miner, and a member of the Labour Club, but these work and social affiliations did not make him partisan in judging the person the same way as his peers.
Dick Gaughan, a dyed-in-the-wool Scottish socialist folkie, wrote a song called Son of Man. I can’t find it for you on YouTube, but it is a song of admiration for Jesus, a man who, if you look at him closely, doesn’t fit his strereotype and is worth a second look.
In politics, Margaret Thatcher was one of those people.
In life, there is no one like Jesus – particularly if you don’t look at him through religious eyes.