Elizabeth II: Duty to the Heart

The woman who ruled the UK and other Commonwealth countries escaped gender stereotypes. She was not the sovereign’s wife, her husband, like the queens of the XXth centurye Century. Elizabeth II was the sovereign.

Her husband, Prince Philip, never stopped walking three paces behind her, a dictate of protocol, throughout his life. Luckily, he practiced an often caustic sense of humor that didn’t please the rigid Brits, who only have the expression “shocking” on their lips.

His job at work

The sovereign learned her craft at work, one could say. But she had a strong sense of duty. And the bark hard, as we say in Quebec.

A queen without complexes

During her long life she met the tyrannical machos of the banana republics without batting an eyelid. Very young, the Queen also had to deal with Prime Minister Winston Churchill, that old lion, savior of his country’s honor during the war. A man who gave no gift to women and ended up giving in to this young sovereign who became so obsessed with her function that she obliterated herself.

Charles de Gaulle was also seduced by her, who spoke her language so well and who was not lacking in courage.

Elizabeth II never revealed her position. Not without hurting loved ones. Including her sister Margaret who forced her to leave the divorced man she loved madly. Elizabeth II was never a woman of her time. She belonged to a world beyond time and fashion. Never a word about the emancipation of women, about changes in morals, about the divorce of one’s own children.

It was a heart cry a few years ago when, following the castle fire, Windsor, his favourite, and the scandals surrounding Princess Diana’s confession and other misconduct by family members, she referred to that period as the “annus horibilis”. The use of Latin said a lot that he was tired of the pranks and gossip about his so unroyal offspring.

The current madness surrounding the death of the sovereign has reached unimaginable proportions across the planet. Can this be explained by the spread via social networks? We can doubt it.

Is it the fact that the British monarchy attracts millions of tourists to England every year except in the last few pandemic years?

We can wonder.

Wouldn’t it rather be the case that this dignified and ancient ruler, photographed the day before her death, standing, leaning on her cane and smiling, carries with her a world, our world, which is dissolving before our eyes?

castle life

Elizabeth II takes us all, young and old, back to our childhood, to a life where we were unknowingly happy. A life in which we were not robots, but beings of flesh and blood. A life in which adults could be role models, leaders. A life with a family around one table and grandparents to spoil us.

Finally a life where we could dream of queens and not witches, a life where slowness put us to sleep and where we reveled in boredom.

A castle life, but at home.

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