Detractors of the monarchy have frequently asserted that hers was a pointless, frivolous job – irrelevant and costly, and of no service to the people she claimed to represent. Although it could not be said that Elizabeth II “ruled” over the people of Britain, she most certainly guided us, using her annual Christmas speech to spread words of tolerance, kindness and Christian fellowship. Even without direct intervention in current affairs she was key to our prosperity, providing the EQ to the government’s (alleged) IQ, solidifying bonds with foreign powers through conversation, compassion and hospitality. She existed in a realm above politics, protected from the mudslinging and squabbling of Westminster, and could therefore approach everyone – from religious leaders to foreign dignitaries – simply as people. By treating them to tea in porcelain cups and banquets in ancient halls, she reminded her guests of what it meant to contend with the weight of British history and tradition, all the while talking about her children, the gardens and the dogs. Who would not leave Buckingham Palace feeling that little bit less bellicose? It turns out that, by being “politically ineffective”, the queen was actually our greatest diplomatic weapon.
Elizabeth II was not just someone to look up to but someone to believe in. Like a deity, we rejoiced at her very existence. And with congregation numbers falling post-war, she filled the gap that religion had left: her speeches, public appearances and household pageantry providing the British people a comparable hierarchy, a sense of mystery and, crucially, a reason for bank holidays. From the moment of her accession, people lined the streets to celebrate her, offering her flowers, bowing their heads in deference and reaching out their hands in the hope that she would take them in her gloved palm. They did not need telling – they simply flocked to her, thronging the pavements outside Buckingham Palace to glimpse her on the balcony. There she stood, set apart and pristine, accepting their adoration with a nod and the briefest of waves, knowing that they would all go home feeling as though they’d received a rare privilege.