When will Labour learn that you cannot build Jerusalem in Brussels.
Margaret ThatcherRead
The West as a whole in the early 1990s become obsessed with a 'peace dividend' that would be spent over and over again on any number of soft-hearted and sometimes soft-headed causes. Politicians forget that the only real peace dividend is peace.
Interpretation
Real peace cannot be bought or spent; it must be cultivated and maintained.
Margaret Thatcher’s quote highlights the misconception that peace can be treated as a commodity to be spent or invested in various causes. Instead, she argues that true peace is an ongoing state that requires constant effort and commitment, rather than a mere benefit to be traded for temporary gains in other areas.
In practice
In a discussion on international relations, one could quote Thatcher to emphasize that lasting peace requires dedication beyond monetary spending.
When will Labour learn that you cannot build Jerusalem in Brussels.
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