The fall of Margaret Thatcher was like her emergence: a surprise. A decision by the eminences of her party who debunked her as they had propelled her.
"Victorious again, in June 1987 I became the first British Premier in the twentieth century to serve three consecutive mandates. It would not last, unfortunately, due to the betrayal of those closest to me. In November 1990 I left Downing Street for good, resigning in the middle of the Gulf War. I lacked the support of my party, and there were too many people working against my fiscal policy. Furthermore, I wanted to stay well away from Europe. It was too much and the decision was unequivocal and straightforward. I was still the Iron Lady. The images of me leaving Downing Street, in an elegant dark sedan for the last time in November 1990 became famous. For eleven years it had been my home, the beating heart of the British government that I established.
I headed for my new residence at 73 Chester Square, Belgravia, an elegant London neighbourhood. I still spoke off the record about the crisis in the Middle East. I couldn't keep quiet: I was astonished that the war had ended so quickly without the Iraqi dictator having been crushed. In the meantime, I had been appointed to the House of Lords as Baroness of Kesteven, but I kept an admiring eye on the progressive programme of Blair's party. I was still involved in politics, until 2003 when Denis, my lifelong pillar, painfully left me."
She never lost at the polls, and never took offence at being sidelined. But she was caught by a kind of dementia. She died in 2013 and now hovers over British political history like a ghost.
By Giulia, author of the tour "Margaret Thatcher. The Duty of Rigour"