I admit to feeling a touch of sympathy, but the prime minister is broken because Britain is too
She cried the wrong tears. So shredded is Theresa May’s credibility that as she started to crack, to show some actual feelings, during her resignation speech, many people immediately said they were the wrong feelings. If anything has changed during her time as prime minister it is the waning of empathy. The millisecond in which one might feel for another person, even if they are different from you, is now just political weakness. What a world. The land of tears is a secret place, as Antoine de Saint-Exupéry said, and May’s tears may only have been for herself; simple registers of the shattering of her delusion, but there they were.
Make no mistake, she has been an absolutely dreadful prime minister, impervious to reality, deeply unsympathetic, utterly tone deaf. Missing any chance to actually compromise. Anyone who has met her will tell you that she doesn’t really do human. I remember a miserable lunch with her years back and being mystified ever since that anyone ever thought that she could negotiate any kind of deal. A walk-in freezer has more warmth. Interesting necklaces do not make a personality. More importantly she doesn’t do dialogue, she simply repeats her lines and her mantras until people are so bored they possibly agree with her. Or she pretended they did.