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Queen Victoria’s Devoted Grandson
 
 Some years ago, while visiting Osborne House, I 
stood in Queen Victoria’s bedroom, trying to imagine how her eldest grandson 
felt as he knelt by the bed with her head resting on his arm as she died. Even 
more moving was the thought of the overwhelming sadness that surely clouded his 
later years as he looked back on this event, and his many other happier visits 
to England. The date of my visit was significant – August 4th, the anniversary 
of Britain’s entry into the First World War – for the grandson was, of course, 
Kaiser Wilhelm II. 
 
History has painted this man in a very poor 
light and even today he is often mistaken for the caricature on the Allies’ 
propaganda posters, but I feel deeply for the Kaiser, and, in researching and 
writing the ‘Shattered Crowns’ trilogy – following the royalties of Europe 
through the First World War – I soon came to the realization that he, like 
several other royalties of the time, became the scapegoats for someone else’s 
crime.
 
Kaiser Wilhelm – ‘Willy’ – was the eldest son 
of Queen Victoria’s brilliant eldest daughter, Victoria, who married the future 
German Emperor Frederick III. His birth was particularly traumatic to the extent 
that the doctors feared for the lives of both the mother and child, and when, 
after a long labour, Willy was finally born he appeared not to be breathing. The 
doctors shook him so violently that his left arm was badly wrenched, damaging 
the nerves. Consequently, the arm failed to grow properly and remained a 
permanent and very visible disability, which prevented him from using a knife 
and fork until he was ten years old, and seriously affected his balance and his 
ability to learn to ride. His mother wrote that: “He has a charming 
countenance, and very pleasing expression, particularly his eyes. I think he 
would be very good-looking someday, if it were not for the distressing 
crookedness caused by his poor arm, which is very visible in his face as his 
head is not straight and the whole left side of the neck and face much thinner 
and flatter than the other.” Throughout his 
childhood, in an effort to correct the deformity, Willy was subjected to a 
series of very painful and fruitless treatments but far worse than the physical 
trauma was the psychological effect of the disability when the future Kaiser 
heard whispers that: ‘a one-armed man should never be king.’ Moreover, he 
appears to have begun to believe (quite wrongly!) that his English mother was 
not only responsible for the trauma but also was repulsed by it. These events 
inspired in him an inability to endure weakness and he over-compensated for his 
sense of inadequacy by arrogant outbursts and a great deal of bluff and 
bluster.
 
To exacerbate matters, the Chancellor, 
Bismarck, despised Willy’s mother and went out of his way to fill the boy’s head 
with stories of German superiority and his parents’ weakness for espousing 
liberal and English ideas. Poor little conflicted boy! He passed through 
childhood and adolescence alternatively adoring and hating his mother. He even 
passed through a strange episode of sending her adoring letters, telling her how 
much he loved her and particularly her beautiful hands. Shortly after this, he 
fell madly in love with his cousin, the beautiful Ella of Hesse (Most Beautiful Princess) but she refused his proposal and for 
many months afterwards his confidence was so shaken that he was unable to remain 
in the same room as her, though he kept her picture on his desk until the end of 
his life.  
 
The one solid anchor in his childhood was his 
grandmother, Queen Victoria, whom he dearly loved, though she never hesitated to 
correct his arrogant outbursts, suggesting on more than one occasion that he 
deserved ‘a skelping’ and should go and ‘find his level’. Unfortunately, his 
arrogant manner alienated many other members of the family and when the Queen 
was dying there was great reluctance to invite him to visit. When he did arrive, 
he was not permitted to enter her room and was left waiting on the corridor 
outside until her doctor took pity on him and led him to her. 
 
Wilhelm became German Emperor in 1888 and for 
twenty-five years his country was at peace, prospering in every regard. He 
promoted the arts and culture, open libraries and tried in many ways to emulate 
his hero Frederick the Great who had also been a great patron of the arts. He 
was also, in spite of his arrogant manner, keen to maintain ties with his 
cousins throughout Europe. It seems that he had a desperate need to be loved and 
respected and many of his pompous pronouncements and poses were simply attempts 
to conceal his lack of self-esteem behind a mask of greatness. He is often 
portrayed as a warmonger due to his love of uniforms and all the trappings of 
militarism but in fact he was rather like a small boy dressing up and playing a 
role. He never commanded an army or captained a ship and he was as happy to be 
seen in he uniform of a British Admiral as in that of his famous Death’s Head 
Hussars. He loved England and all things English, but on occasions he seemed to 
transfer the love-hate relationship with his mother, to a love-hate relationship 
with her homeland, and, with so many conflicting ideas in his head and the 
stress of constantly trying to live up to an image, it is unsurprising that he 
suffered at least two nervous breakdowns.
 
In any event, the last thing he wanted was a 
war. To the very last minute he and Tsar Nicholas were exchanging telegrams in 
an effort to maintain peace but – as my novel ‘The Scapegoats’ seeks to 
demonstrate – matters were taken out of the hands of monarchs by those who had a 
great deal to gain from the destruction of the three great European autocracies 
of Russia, Austria-Hungary and Germany. Willy, I firmly believe, was, along with 
Tsar Nicholas and the Austrian Emperor, simply a scapegoat whom history 
continues to saddle with responsibility for that dreadful conflict. It is 
interesting to note that, although Russia and Germany were on opposing sides in 
the war, when the Tsar’s life was threatened by the Russian Revolution and his 
British cousin, King George, refused to allow him to go to England, Willy 
offered the Imperial Family safe haven in Germany. Within a few months, Willy, 
too, had fallen victim to revolution.
 
He ended his days in exile in the Netherlands 
and the last photographs and film footage of him show a very sad and broken man 
and one whom, I believe, history has unjustly vilified.  
 
 
Thank you, Lucy, for your hospitality in 
allowing me to write on your lovely blog! 
  
 Thank you, Christina for this enlightening post! 
 
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