King Charles III acceded to the British throne sometime Thursday afternoon. But very few people are talking about the beginning of a new Caroline era. We are far more interested in the passing of what Sir Winston Churchill called the new Elizabethan Era. That era has, after 70 years, ended.
Queen Elizabeth II’s death is an epochal event. Her long reign coincided with a cultural and social transformation of Britain, even if she, privately, was a thoroughly conservative person by nature. That conservatism forced her at times to live with changes in culture, politics, and society she obviously disliked. Her constant vigilance over her public perception ensured that she was in fact largely seen as nonpartisan. The notion that she was apolitical seems less convincing. A monarch is by its nature political; laws are issued in their names and every law since 1952 was legally done with Elizabeth’s imprimatur. A thoroughly conservative figure in an utterly conservative institution oversaw the liberalization of British society, all the while holding herself up as a stolid model of bourgeoise conservatism to be emulated. Her very actions seemed to cast doubt on the changes that a younger, more progressive Britain pursued. Charles III said his mother had an “abiding love of tradition” conjoined to a “fearless embrace of progress.”
Change and stability went hand-in-hand during Elizabeth’s reign, and it’s perhaps the unique (and to Americans, alien) permanence of her person that enforced at least a passing notion that America, while good, might not have a monopoly on the greatest statesmen, the greatest institutions, the greatest culture, etc. This woman who had neither sparkling intellect or show-stopping looks somehow became the absolute best argument for a system of government Americans threw off in 1776. Elizabeth visited and liked the United States, but she could never have been mistaken for a devotee of a broad Anglophone world that included the United States.
The un-Americaness of Elizabeth II was made clearer as every successive generation of Britons aped North Americans. Post-war American affluence, fashion, and bluster seemingly shrank British influence, and yet in public deportment and raw gravity, none of the American presidents she met during her reign—with the possible exception of Ronald Reagan—could match her moral and social presence. Obama, Trump, and Biden all seem like amateurs in the presence of royalty, and that’s because perhaps they are in a sense. The British monarch is a head of state whose power is largely symbolic—but they are still heads of states nonetheless. Elizabeth understood that she was the actual human embodiment of the United Kingdom. Frivolity, therefore, seemed entirely outside of her character. Certainly Elizabeth was light-hearted and even fun at times; her visible excitement at winning Royal Ascot, and her delight in cows at a livestock show, were not the actions of a person who was temperamentally stern. But Elizabeth didn’t publicly kiss babies or hug fawning fans.