Aired on KERA-FM (NPR-Dallas), April 2013
I’ve interviewed a lot of people, but no one has matched the forceful intellect and irresistible authority of Margaret Thatcher. I saw her at the height of powers and again, when they began to fail her, ten years later. Our first time together was in the sitting room of her suite at the Mansion Hotel, where we taped an hour-long conversation almost four months after she had shockingly been driven from office by her own Tory party.
I was impressed right away by the trouble Thatcher took to make this encounter successful. An assistant of hers asked Debra Skriba, our producer, which she would prefer — a blue suit or a green one. Debra chose the hunter green. While the former prime minister was getting dressed, her son, long, tall Mark Thatcher who was living then in Dallas, came out to ask when we planned to air the show. I explained that we would edit it to half an hour and that would require about a month. No, he insisted. It must be sooner. I told him we would do the best we could.
Obviously she had sent him on this errand. Why, I wondered, did the broadcast date concern her so? My guess is this: The Persian Gulf War had ended only a month before. Of course, she was delighted with the outcome and wanted to make that especially clear in President George H.W. Bush’s home state, but she knew that before long word would begin to bubble up of civilian casualties, and she did not want to sound euphoric about that.
So here, walking briskly onto our set in her suite at the Mansion, was a meticulous politician who knew how to look down the road and anticipate every possible pitfall. This was a leader accustomed to the stages of Paris, Moscow, Tokyo and Washington. But she didn’t for a moment underestimate the importance of her appearance in Dallas. To her everything was important, everything demanded a maximum effort. That strenuous attention to every detail might have led, finally, in some way, to her undoing.
There were intimations of trouble when I saw her again, in the ballroom of another Dallas hotel where I was to interview her for an evening program of a group that included Ross Perot and then Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison. After dinner Lady Thatcher asked for some time alone, to assemble her thoughts. I followed her as she withdrew to a room nearby, and caught a glimpse of her, pacing, surprisingly anxious for so practiced a speaker. I realized that I had to be careful with my questions, to be sure they were within the range in which she was working at that point. This was no longer the fearsome scourge of coal miners in Britain, the heroine of the Falklands war, or the adamant adversary of the European Union. This was a woman grown suddenly frail and vulnerable.
The evening went well, and afterwards she said, “You made that easy, thank you.” Two days later a lovely letter arrived from Margaret Thatcher, writing on the road, never giving up, leaving her mark in ways both great and small.