Who can begrudge people, as a cost of living crisis rages, a few hours of harmless escapism? It’s not only stomachs that need feeding, morale does too. A place of filial connection and a galvanising national identity. In that moment we can see our own country in their image: a country that is sober, benign and loaded. What those funds bought was a coronation, much like the screens assembled to hide King Charles as he derobed, that for a moment erected an ornate cover that hid the nation’s hunger.Īnd my God, doesn’t it feel good? For a few moments to think of the country as the place of sacred ointments and special spoons, grand cathedrals and epically wealthy, exquisitely dressed people. The historian David Cannadine, in an essay on the “invented traditions” of royal ceremonies, wrote: “in a period of change, conflict or crisis”, unchanging ritual “might be deliberately unaltered so as to give an impression of continuity, community and comfort, despite overwhelming contextual evidence to the contrary.” That evidence to the contrary cannot be more overwhelming than reports that money for food banks has been diverted to pay for coronation events. It is to an entire system of political decline and economic inequality that cannot withstand closer scrutiny, and so it must be embellished and cloaked in ceremony.Īnd it was ever thus. The monarchy does provide a service, but not to us. We have the worst of both worlds: the royal family gives us nothing, and we in turn legitimise it, give it meaning and audience and pay, through subsidies and tax exemptions, for its ability to wow us. We are, of course, in a way we need to be for the institution of monarchy to have any meaning at all. T he biggest illusion – and utility – of royal events such as the coronation is that we are somehow a part of them.

We Need New Stories by Nesrine Malik