As to Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, she handled all her duties with grace and poise, and was able to carve out some semblance of a private life while living nearly every moment in the public spotlight. I don’t think many people here (or around the world) understand how difficult that was. There are journalists whose entire career is based on observing her.
Can you imagine living like that? With every minor fashion choice of broach, pin or hat being analyzed for days? Of your children, and grandchildren and great grandchildren being constantly surveilled by media conglomerates who have a financial stake in everything you or they do, every private thought uttered aloud, every quick question muttered under your breath. I think most of us would tire of it very quickly, and eventually some of us would turn to self harm. Or at least public acting out. She never did. That’s how strong she was. She never gave in, not an inch, while living in a bare spotlight most of us could stand for minutes at best.
It is fair to say she was raised from birth for this, and yet, for 96 years she endured it. She’s earned her rest. More than earned it. And whatever you may feel about the actions of the British government during her reign, any anger at her is misplaced. She was a captive in a gilded cage her entire life. Every moment. Every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, of every week, of every month, of every year. For 96 years.
3,029,529,600 (more or less) seconds of living a life not your own; a title, a brand if you will, and existing inside a gilded cage. That was the life of Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor. Born on April 21, 1926, monarch of 14 independent nations, including the United Kingdom, who reigned from February 6, 1952 until her death on September 8, 2022. Thank you, for your service. Requiescat in Pace.
God save The King.
Regards,
-Bouncer-