Princess Margaret, Racist & Anti-Semite
Irmin
Copyright (c) 1999 - Ingrid A. Rimland
July 28, 1999
Good Morning from the Zundelsite:
One of my most faithful and diligent internet scouts sent me this
nifty little gem on Kitty Kelley whom we have all come to know on
Trash TV. My friend added a little preface of his own:
<start>
Historian David Irving tells the story of sending an editor a
note concerning one (_____ name deleted) a journalist by whom
he'd been smeared, wherein he refers to her as "a shrivelled old
toad."
Upon reflection, Irving decides to address this same editor a
follow-up note wherein he owes to having just made a "most
egregious error"--that of having called (______ name deleted) "a
.. toad."
What he'd actually meant to write, he informs him, was--"a ...
turd."
I was reflecting on that wicked little anecdote after dipping
into Kitty Kelley's 1997 book on the House of Windsor
(_The_Royals_, Warner Books: New York). It was rushed into
publication a few weeks after the death of Princess Diana to
capitalize on the post-mortem hysteria and hooplah.
Kelley is not so much a biographer as she is a muck-raker or
rumour-monger or smear-artist or ... hit-man. (...)
By now, we're all quite used to seeing "the Holocaust" get
shoe-horned into just about any topic under the sun: from Kosovo
to cookbooks to immigration rules to animal welfare to short
screw-drivers to the squalid refugee camps dotting the planet -
unless, of course, these happen to be Palestinian ones - but the
Oscar for shoe-horning the Jewish tragedy into another topic
would, to my mind, have to be awarded to Kitty Kelley.
Right off the bat, in the very first chapter of her book
_The_Royals_ [pp. 1-4], one can plainly tell she's bound and
determined to take what the German novelist Martin Walser has
called "the Auschwitz cudgel" to Princess Margaret.
And what a work-over she manages to give the Queen's sister! As
one ghost-buster said to the other: "You've been slimed!" <end>
Judge for yourself:
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ONE
Princess Margaret strode out of the theater. She had barely
managed to sit through the opening scenes of _Schindler 's
_List_. She began squirming as soon as she saw the Jewish prayer
candies burn down, leaving only wisps of smoke to evoke the ashes
that would follow. She crinkled her nose at the sight of the
captive Jewish jeweler being tossed a handful of human teeth
to mine for fillings. As the nightmare unfolded, she stiffened in
her seat.
On screen, the streets filled with screaming Jewish prisoners,
brutal Nazi soldiers, and snarling police dogs quickly emptied,
except for the scattered suitcases of those Jews - who had just
been hauled off to the death camps. At that point the Princess
bolted out of her seat.
"I'm leaving," she said. "I refuse to sit here another minute."
Her friends were aghast but immediately deferred to her
displeasure. They left their seats and accompanied Her Royal
Highness back to her servants in Kensington Palace.
"I don't want to hear another word about Jews or the Holocaust,
said the Queen's sister. "Not one more word. I heard enough
during the war. I never want to hear about it again. Ever."
Margaret's friends later wondered why, feeling as she did, she
had suggested going to the movie in the first place. She had to
know that _Schindler's _List_ would depict the horrors of
genocide. What they didn't understand was that the Princess had
read reviews of the movie and been taken with the portrait of the
good German, Oskar Schindler, who had come to reap the spoils of
war and ended up as a selfless hero who saved countless lives.
That was the story she wanted to see enacted on screen.
For more than sixty years Margaret Rose had been a princess of
the royal House of Windsor, reared to renounce her German roots
to deny the mix of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha blood that coursed through
her veins, to repudiate the lineage of Wurttemburgs and
Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glucksburgs that haunted her
ancestors.
She was not disturbed by searing childhood memories of Britain
during the Blitz. When war broke out in 1939, she was nine years
old. At sixty-four the Princess rarely reflected on the
shattering bombs, the blackouts, or the deprivation that she felt
she and her older sister, the Queen, endured to serve as public
examples for others who were suffering much more. She no longer
complained as much as she once did about being deprived of a
normal childhood.
During those years, her royal image had inspired a
thirteen-year-old Jewish girl in Amsterdam who was hiding from
the Nazis. To remind herself of a better world, Anne Frank had
pasted pictures of Princess Margaret Rose, and her sister,
Princess Elizabeth, on the wall of the attic where she hid with
her family for two years. But then the family was betrayed to the
Gestapo and herded off in windowless boxcars on the train bound
for the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. Anne died there [of
typhus - Irmin] one month before Europe was liberated. When the
Anne Frank House was opened to the public after the war, the
pictures of Britain's little Princesses, yellowed with age, still
smiled from the wall.
Princess Margaret was proud of her performance during the war and
that of her earnest sister and her gallant parents, who had made
sure that they presented the world with an image of royalty at
its finest.
What Princess Margaret resented about _Schindler's_List_ and
"those other tiresome movies about the Holocaust" was the
lingering stench of Germany that continued to hang over her
family. Their secrets of alcoholism, drug addiction, epilepsy,
insanity, homosexuality, bisexuality, adultery, infidelity, and
illegitimacy paled alongside their relationship with the Third
Reich. Those secrets, documented by captured German war records
and family diaries, letters, photographs, and memoranda, lay
buried in the locked vaults of the Royal Archives at Windsor
Castle, safe from the prying eyes of scholars and historians. Few
people remembered that Margaret's mother and father had been
disinclined to oppose Hitler and preferred Chamberlain over
Churchill as Prime Minister. Most people bad forgotten that the
Princess's favorite uncle had embraced Nazi Germany as Europe's
savior and her princeling cousin had run a concentration camp,
for which he later stood trial as a war criminal. Margaret Rose
remembered but knew that these facts - some secret, some sinister
- were best left buried.
Yet the Princess was not averse to expressing her opinions, which
sounded astoundingly ignorant coming from a woman who professed
to read as much as she did. Despite her public participation in
the arts and her devotion to ballet and theater, Margaret Rose
remained closed-minded to the world beyond her privileged view.
She made no apologies for her prejudices. In a discussion of
India she said she hated "those little brown people." Shortly
after the IRA assassination of her cousin Lord Louis Mountbatten,
she denounced the Irish. "They're pigs - all pigs," she told the
Irish American mayor of Chicago while visiting the city. When the
Princess was introduced to the respected columnist Ann Landers,
Margaret looked at her closely. "Are you a Jew?" she asked. "Are
you a Jew?" The columnist said she was, and the Princess, no
longer interested, moved on. She dismissed Dr. Cheddi Jagan, the
President of Guyana, as loathsome. "He's everything I despise,"
she said. "He's black; he's married to a Jew; and furthermore,
she's American."
After walking out of _Schindler's_List_, which she described as a
tedious film about Jews," she advised her butler not to waste his
money on the Academy Award-winning film.
"A movie like _Schindler's_List_ just incites morbid curiosity,"
the Princess said when her butler served her breakfast the next
morning. "I couldn't stand it. It was so thoroughly unpleasant
and disgusting that I had to get up and leave."
The butler listened patiently, as always. Then he bowed his head
and returned to the pantry. Later he repeated the conversation to
an American, who asked if he were not offended by Princess
Margaret's remarks. He seemed puzzled by the American's question.
"Oh my, no. You don't understand. The Princess is royalty.
_Royalty_, " he said, pronouncing the word with reverence. "The
Princess belongs to the House of Windsor - the most important
royal house in the world. She's the daughter of a king and the
sister of a queen. That's as exalted as you can possibly be on
this earth."
"Do you mean to suggest that royalty, especially British royalty,
can do no wrong? That just because she's a princess, she's immune
to criticism?"
"She is royalty," repeated the butler.
"And therefore above reproach?"
"Royalty is royalty," he said. "Never to be questioned."
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Thought for the Day:
"Masterpieces are no more than the shipwrecked floatsam of great
minds."
(Marcel Proust)
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Adam Richardson
it is fascinating.
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