One of these things is not like the others? After all, Thatcher’s sole political merit was that she was pro-choice. Let me explain.
Ding Dong the Wicked Old Witch is a jolly song. As Angry Women of Liverpool note in their feminist analysis of how to discuss Thatcher’s death “there are so few songs you can sing joyfully about the death of somebody thoroughly deserving”:
Tough one. The history of witch persecution is fraught with the very foundations of modern capitalist and patriarchal oppression, as anybody who’s read Silvia Federici knows. But there are so few songs you can sing joyfully about the death of somebody thoroughly deserving.
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Whenever a Daily Fail story suddenly explodes all over the Internet. there is one thing I try to remember: The Daily Mail lies. Articles published in the Daily Mail may or may not be based on the facts: they will be heavily sub-edited and the subject of the article may well have been distorted out of all recognition.
My name, image and brief details of my life had been used to fabricate a story which bore no resemblance to me or my life, then presented as fact, said by me, in my own words. It was damaging to me, my children, my friends and had a significantly negative impact on my life.
I emailed the other three women who’d been interviewed for the article – I found their addresses on an email the journalist had sent about the photoshoot. They each confirmed that they’d been horrified by the article, that it bore no relationship to anything they’d said and that they too had complained to Associated Newspapers and been similarly stonewalled.
The Daily Mail is no more a newspaper than The Sun. It is a daily means of selling advertising and boosting the personal fortune of Viscount Rothermere, who is registered as “non-domiciled” in the UK and so doesn’t have to pay his taxes. (Associated Newspapers is owned by the Rothermere family. The company has weathered the recession quite well – primarily by making thousands of the people who used to work for them redundant.)