The Great Hope of Spain

so that passing carriages wouldn't make too much noise. It might seem like overkill to change city infrastructure for just one day, but the Queen of Spain, Maria Christina of Bourbon, wife of King Alphonso the twelfth, was going into labor for the birth of her third child, and they didn't want to take any chances. The Bourbons had been struggling for more than half a century to produce a male

heir to the throne. Let's flash back fifty years before this silent birth, back to Queen Isabella the Second, who was born in eighteen thirty. She was the only daughter of King Ferdinand the seventh, but since succession laws prevented

women from inheriting the throne. Isabella was never supposed to rule Spain, but her father never had a son, and so to ensure that their bloodline remained in control, the king changed the laws at the last minute, making Isabella the second the first and only queen regnant in the history of Spain, back when she was just three years old. As you might imagine, that was a controversial move. The late king's brother, Don Carlos, wanted to rule instead of

his niece. He thought that Isabella's reign indicated that the country was becoming too liberal, not just because her father had abruptly changed the succession laws on her behalf, but also because, as Isabella grew up, she supported Spain separating from the Catholic Church and becoming a constitutional monarchy. In this political context, Carlos, Isabella's uncle, represented a conservative traditional alternative.

His supporters, naming themselves Carlists, formed a militant far right group that tried to violently overthrow Isabella three times over the course of the nineteenth century. While the Carlists did not succeed, a group of moderates, frustrated with Isabella waffling between liberal and conservative policies, did eventually send Isabella into exile. It's never a great sign when a moderate party spearheads

a coup. Under Isabella, Spain had been a disaster, with a huge federal deficit, growing economic inequality, and near constant peasant uprisings and civil war. The following king only lasted three years before getting fed up by the constant crisses. Meanwhile, progressives began wondering if Spain should have a monarchy at all. In eighteen seventy three, after the king stepped down, the legislature declared Spain a republic. The problem was that no

one could agree on how this republic would work. The situation was so chaotic that the president left in the middle of a workday to go for a walk in the park, which turned into him boarding a train to Paris and ghosting the Spanish government altogether. So Spain decided to give the monarchy thing another try, and they installed

isabella the second son, Alfonso the twelfth, as king. And so now we're caught up after a near century of coups and crises and various existential threats to the Spanish monarchy. Alfonso the twelfth was king, and he needed to produce a male heir as quickly as possible. His first wife died of typhoid almost immediately after their honeymoon, and he proposed to his second wife, Maria Christina, just four months later.

He didn't seem thrilled about. He allegedly told his closest adviser, pepe O Cossio, you don't like her, neither do I. After they got married, Alfonso the twelfth and Maria Christina had a daughter, much to the court's chagrin. A Frenchman in the Royal court sent Maria Christina a letter advising her on best practices to conceive a baby boy. He included extremely graphic descriptions about what Alfonso and Maria Christina should be doing with their genitalia, using a metaphor about

how the Grand Turk should enter Constantinople. We don't know if she took his advice, but either way it didn't work. She had another daughter in eighteen eighty two. Worse yet, just three years later, Alfonso the twelfth was dying of tuberculosis, so he was running out of time to produce a male He was well aware of the dire political consequences of his death. His alleged last words were the conflict

the conflict, but there was a glimmer of hope. Maria Christina was pregnant six months after Alfonso the twelfth's death. A cadre of political ministers waited in the palace while Maria Christina was in labor. The streets outside the palace sanded into silence. Now you understand why they were taking no risks with this baby's birth. If Maria Christina had a boy, she could keep the monarchy going for another generation. If not, Spain might be thrust back into political turmoil

with no clear path out. Finally, while the nation waited, a government official brought out the newborn on a literal silver platter with a red velvet cushion. The official removed a handkerchief which covered the infant's body and revealed that this baby was a boy. Maria Christina named him Alfonso the thirteenth, after his late father. With the knowledge that this boy would become king, a telegram was sent out throughout the nation proclaiming that quote tranquility has been completed

in all of Spain. This tranquility wouldn't last long. From the moment he was born, Alfonso the thirteenth was expected to bring together two opposing parties with opposing visions of what Spain could be. On the one hand, far right groups like the Carlists wanted Spain to remain a conservative, Catholic imperial power with a strong monarchy. On the other hand, progressives and anarchists wanted to form a more democratic, secular government.

If Alfonso succeeded in unifying the nation, he would allow the Spanish monarchy to survive. Otherwise he would end up like his grandmother Isabella the Second, reviled by both the right and the left, and cast into exile. The stakes were impossibly high for a baby king. I'm Danish sports and this is noble blood. True to the volatile political moment, Alfonso the Thirteenth's upbringing at the end of the nineteenth

century was full of contradictions. He was raised to be both spoiled and obedient, mercurial and thoughtful, liberal and conservative. The French newspaper Le Figaro described the young king in eighteen eighty nine as the happiest and best loved of all the rulers of the earth. As the future king of Spain, he was doated on by the court, especially by his aunt Isabel. She lived by the maxim you have to do whatever the king orders, and made this

an official protocol for the court. According to the scholar Xavier Cassal's, this culture made the little king a capricious and spoiled person who cursed at his family members and courtiers if they didn't do what he wanted. But spoiled as he might have been, Alfonso was all already feeling the pressure to live up to impossibly high expectations. Alfonso was in his late father's shadows when he was just

two years old. The Spanish legislature expressed their desire for the little king's upbringing to compensate for the quote immense sorrow and anxiety that the nation has felt for the death of his august father. So Alfonso's mother, Maria Christina, tried to give little Alfonso the same intense military education that his father had received when he was growing up.

Little Alfonso the thirteenth got up every morning at seven point thirty, took classes, practiced horsemanship, and took bracing walks in the mountains before turning to the palace for Tea. In the afternoons, he took fencing classes and did military training with other aristocrats. With many rifles that fit in their small hands. As Alfonso got older, he started playing polo against other politicians and ministers, most famously young Winston Churchill.

But for the most part, according to the politician and writer for Nando Soldevilla, it was a highly reclusive life, entirely cut off from the people that gave some politicians and journalists pause. Alfonso's military education turned him into a devout Catholic who loved uniforms and parades. He was becoming a relic from the past rather than a progressive monarch, all set for the new twentieth century. At the same time, Alfonso was just teenager. People's politics evolve a lot over

the course of their young adulthood. Mine certainly did. I thought I knew everything at twenty. Alfonso's mother and his late father and grandmother were all committed to upholding a relatively progressive monarchy, and there was no reason to think that Alfonso would do anything much differently. In nineteen o two, on his sixteenth birthday, Alfonso officially took the throne, swearing to uphold a constitution which was only about a decade

older than he was. On that day, the streets of Madrid looked as though they were out of another era. The center of the city had garlands, flags and palm fronds flying from the balconies. At night, businesses, ministries and wealthy residents paid for electrical lights to illuminate the city. At the coronation, Alfonso gave a short, if unremarkable speech. He later wrote in his diary, I did not think

I could take any chances. Now that he was officially king, the pressure was on for him to marry and produce a male heir of his own. In nineteen o four, the Prime Minister of Spain, Antonio Maura, appointed himself Alfonso the thirteenth marriage wingman. Even though a Spanish monarch hadn't set foot in England for three and a half centuries, Maurra had decided that Alfonso's wife should be British, since a royal wedding would be a great way to repair

the relationship between Spain and England. Moreover, England, with a relatively able modern monarchy, would be a model for what Spain's monarchy wanted to be. The French ambassador to Spain said to Maurra, a young English princess would bring here the ways of life and the independence of spirit that would modify the moreys of a somewhat old fashioned court, and so Mara reached out to a few English aristocrats,

collecting photos of their daughters to present to Alfonso. Mara's top picks were Patricia and Victoria Eugenia of Brattenburg, as they were quote prettier and more likable than the other candidates. Upon visiting England, Alfonso was smitten with the younger Brattenburg Victoria Eugenia. Victoria Eugenia, familiarly known as Ina, was blonde, with blue eyes and a rosy completion. She was cheerful and shy. She was also not quite as taken with

the young king as he was of her. She acknowledged that he was quote very happy, very nice, but that he was quote not handsome. She seemed to grow more fond of Alfonso over time. In her postcards from nineteen oh five to nineteen oh six, she shifts from identifying herself as a friend to using the word love to address him. Less than a year after they met, they were engaged to be wed. There was no reason to think that this royal wedding would be any different from

the coronation, which went off without a hitch. After the ceremony at the Royal Monastery of San Geronimo, the royal procession weaved through the streets of Madrid, with every balcony draped with red and yellow cloth meant to represent the national flag. But then, as the royal couple's royal carriage passed the Italian Embassy on Caye Major, a bomb detonated. A news crew filming the procession caught the tragedy on film. You can see the royal carriage rounding the corner before

a puff of smoke clouds the screen. The footage cuts abruptly to the wreckage. The carriage toppled over the crowd desperately trying to escape. The Light from the bomb momentarily blinded the couple, but they emerged unscathed. The bomb had gone off right between the last row of the carriage's horses, between the horses and the carriage where the couple was sitting. Had it been any closer, it probably would have killed them.

Not everyone was as fortunate as the royal couple. The bomb injured over one hundred people and killed twenty four, including the guardsman who had been riding right beside Ina. Blood soaked the trim of her wedding dress. That's how close he was. The couple was ushered into another carriage to flee the carnage. They could hear the screams of the crowd as they drove away toward the safety of

the palace. It turned out that this terrorist attack was part of a growing anarchist anti monarchy movement centralized in Barcelona. The man that threw the bomb was a gaunt cut a Line anarchist named Matteo Morale. This wasn't the first time he had been involved in an attempt to assassinate Alfonso. Just one year earlier, Alfonso had stopped in Paris on a diplomatic mission on the way to meet Ena in

England for the first time. As Alfonso returned from a night at the opera, a group of terrorists, which many scholars think likely included Moral, detonated a bomb in a park nearby, which injured twelve people but didn't hurt the king. Right before the royal wedding, Morale had checked into a hotel and Caye Mayor, requesting a room overlooking the street. He concealed a bomb in a bouquet of flowers and tossed it from his window on the third floor as

the royal carriage passed by. Moral took his own life after fleeing the scene, so his exact intentions remain unclear, but the terrorist attack seemed more like an expression of a vague incoat desire for revolution than part of a specific political strategy, and it failed. Alfonso and Enna survived and would continue to rule over Spain well into the twentieth century, but this event was an omen of what

was to come. While Alfonso was taking fencing lessons and sending postcards to his English fiance, he was mostly insulated from Spain's continued political turmoil. The bombing on his wedding day made one thing clear. Alfonso and the monarchy had passionate enemies. He may have started out as the beloved royal baby, but now he was king and king of It's one of the most unstable countries in Europe, and all of the fencing lessons in the world couldn't prepare

him for political chaos to come. The tragedy at Alfonso and ENA's wedding became a grim omen for their relationship. Under the harsh pressures of royal life, their marriage started to sour. The first problem was that Ina didn't seem to like Spain very much. She hadn't yet learned Spanish, and she seemed baffled by the customs of the Spanish court. There weren't any hotels in Madrid where her guests could stay, so they had to stay in the houses of random

officials nearby. The palace had no central heating, which made rooms often musty and cold, and Alfonso's secretary was in the habit of spitting directly on the floor, which Ena thought was disgusting. The second problem came when Ena and Alfonso had their first child. Ena, a descendant of Queen Victoria, was a carrier for hemophilia, a hereditary disease that can cause profuse, sometimes spontaneous bleeding and can prevent blood from clotting.

Hemophilia generally expresses in men, but is carried by women, creating potential issues in producing a healthy male air. Starting in nineteen oh seven, Ina had six children in seven years. Her eldest and youngest sons were both hemophiliacs, and her two daughters were carriers for the disease, but she had two sons which were spared. Alfonso had been aware that Ina could be a carrier when they got married, but

he decided to take the risk. Even so, Alfonso came to resent his wife for ruining the clear line of dynastic succession and making it harder to marry off their daughters. Alfonso wrote in a diary quote, I am not resigned to the fact that my heir has contracted a disease that my wife's family has brought and not mine. I know I'm unfair, I admit it, but I cannot feel otherwise. End quote. As the years passed, the couple started to

see each other less and less. The queen took frequent trips to England alone, or left for Malaga with her children and her mother and left Alfonso in Madrid. Meanwhile, Alfonso's political career was off to a rocky start. His new tra during World War One won him praise, especially from his old polo buddy Winston Churchill. Because of his humanitarian efforts during the First World War, Alfonso became the first and only monarch to be nominated for a Nobel

Peace Prize. Domestically, though, things weren't going nearly as well. Alfonso's relationship with Antonio Mara, the Prime minister who acted as Alfonso's marital wingman back in nineteen o four, was strained. Political unrest exploded in Barcelona as the result of an anarchist pro republic movement similar to the group that fueled

the terrorist attack at Alfonso's wedding. After a general strike and a series of anti clerical protests, Maurra sent in troops who killed one hundred and five for civilians and imprisoned seventeen hundred. Then Maura executed the beloved anarchist leader and educator Francisco ferreer Gardia for spearheading the riots, despite having no evidence that actually proved he had spearheaded the riots. Maurra lost so much goodwill as a result that he

was forced to resign. With all of this chaos in the legislature, Alfonso became a more and more powerful figure in Spanish politics. He could dissolve parliament and appoint ministers at will, allowing him to manipulate the government from behind the scenes. And recall that time in eighteen seventy three when Spain had gotten rid of the monarchy and then reinstalled a king again. A year later, well when spain

Yane brought the monarchy back. After that brief hiatus, the government gave the king control over the army, so by this point Alfonso had the legislature and the military under his control, and he was completely rolling back the liberal reforms that his grandmother Isabella had set into motion almost a century ago. This was exactly what progressives had been worried about when Alfonso was an eight year old, receiving a Catholic military education and learning to use a child

sized musket. In keeping with his incredibly traditional upbringing, Alfonso the thirteenth seemed more enamored with bringing Spain back to the past than bringing it toward a better future. It turns out the progressives were very, very right to worry. When Alfonso had ascended the throne at age sixteen, Spain was still thought of as a world power in spite of the political turmoil. Domestically, Spain in the nineteenth century had a vast empire with strongholds in the Americas, Africa, Asia,

and the Pacific. But just two years later, at the end of the Spanish American War, Spain had lost almost all of its colonies. Military leaders who had suffered crushing defeats in the Spanish American War wanted to find opportunities to expand colonial control and regain Spain's former glory. They set their sights on Morocco, where Spain already had a

few military outposts. Conquering Morocco was unpopular among politicians and civilians, who thought such an invasion would be pointless, expensive and distracting, but Alfonso the thirteenth sympathized with the desire to restore Spain's imperial dominance. While Alfonso didn't introduce or spearhead the idea, as leader of the military, he became the face of

the movement. The position majorly backfired. A few years into the attempted conquest, a general had expressed some reservations to Alfonso about continuing to advance up the Reef mountains in northern Morocco. Alfonso assured the general that he shouldn't retreat, sending him a telegram that said Hurrah for real men. The battle that followed was the bloodiest yet, resulting in

the death of three thousand Spanish soldiers. Alfonso was reported playing golf in the south of France when someone told him about the crushing defeat. He allegedly responded goosebumps are expensive. That sounds a little awkward translated into English, but he was basically calling the soldiers cowards and complaining about the financial burden of them being cowardly soldiers, rather than expressing

concern for the many lives that were lost. This was Alfonso the Thirteenth's let them Eat Cake moment, where the public tore him to shreds for his callousness in the face of tragedy and like, let them eat cake. There's actually no proof that Alfonso actually said the phrase that he became infamous for. According to a French ambassador, Alfonso instead complained about being surrounded by chicken brains. But no matter what he said, Alfonso and the war that he

came to represent had never been less popular. Parliament began an investigation into the Battle of Annual to take the military to task for the brutal loss. Fearing the consequences of that investigation, a high ranking military official named Miguel Primo de Rivera staged a coup to overthrow the Spanish legislature and set up a dictatorship in nineteen twenty three. Alfonso didn't spearhead the coup, but he didn't shut it

down either. As Primo de Rivera and his army invaded Barcelona, Alfonso expressed his support for the new regime and sat down with the dictator a few few days later to discuss the division of their powers. With that Spain seemed further than ever from being a democratic republic, Primo de Rivera struck down the constitution that Alfonso had sworn in

on and completely dissolved the legislature. Spanish politicians, both conservative and progressive, had hoped for a day when the constant coup that had defined the nineteenth century would finally come to an end. Not only did these violent coups continue during Alfonso's reign in the twentieth century, but now Alfonso was supporting them. That said, there was a way in which Alfonso's rule succeeded in modernizing the Spanish government. On a trip to Rome, Alfonso made a telling comment to

the King of Italy. He called Primo dere z Vera my Mussolini. The comparison was apt. A year before Primo derri Vera took control of Spain, Mussolini had staged a nearly identical coup in Italy, invading Rome with the Italian King's blessing, Alfonso was not going to be the harbinger of democracy. Instead, he was setting Spain up for a different kind of twentieth century government, fascism. Like all attempts at establishing a stable government in Spain in the early

twentieth century, Primo de Rivera's dictatorship failed. Primo derri Vera promised to bring Spain back to normal, but the economy had collapsed, and two unsuccessful coups later, the country was still enshambled. Prima der Rivera retired in nineteen thirty and Alfonso the thirteenth replaced him with another dictator, Damasco Berenger. This time, Alfonso wanted to try to go back to how things had been before Primo de Rivera took power

in nineteen twenty three. Alfonso aimed to reinstall the constitution, set up parliament, and introduce elections back to Spain. Unfortunately for Alfonso it wasn't that simple. His attempt to consolidate political power over the course of his rule had blown

up in his face. Alfonso naively thought that by exerting more and more control over the government, he would be able to single handedly bring Spain to a place of stability and prosperity, after all, that was his birthright, what he had been told his entire life that he was expected to do. Instead, the more power he took, the less institutional support he had for his rule. Without a constitution, legislature, or strong centralized government, there were no structures through which

Alfonso could express or reinforce political power. All he had to legitimize his reign. In other words, was the a morphous idea that he was a king. As the monarchy's power shriveled before their eyes, progressives wondered, like they had back in eighteen seventy three, whether the monarchy was altogether irrelevant. For the first time in fifty years, a republican government

seemed like a viable option. A coalition of socialists took advantage of the opportunity and planned a municipal election in nineteen thirty one, where the public would vote on whether or not Spain should have a monarchy. After counting the results of the referendum, they found that forty one out of fifty provinces voted to install a republic, ending Alfonso's rule.

Alfonso fled the country That very night. Alfonso met up with his wife and seven children in Paris, where he tried to make amends for having not quite been a family man. But after just a few days of living together, Ena was fed up with Alfonso. Everything he did got on her nerves, from his lack of interest in reading or music to his bad breath. Finally, she told him, I'm leaving. I don't want to see your ugly face anymore. Ena left for London, and the two would never live

in the same city again. So here he was, Alfonso was alone, stripped of his power and unwelcome in the country he had devoted his life to. In a twisted way, Alfonso succeeded in bringing about a constitutional democracy by running the monarchy into the ground. That said, while the monarchy itself had dissolved, the symbolic role that Alfonso had been expected to play didn't. In the nineteen thirties, many people still longed for a military hero that would save the country.

It was the same thing the nation had longed for when Alfonso was born, a symbol of the greatness of their nation incarnate in a single person. But this time that figure wouldn't be a king. He would be a fascist. After three year years of civil war, Francisco Franco came into power in nineteen thirty nine, officially establishing fascism in Spain. Franco and Alfonso the thirteenth were politically aligned. Franco started out his military career fighting to conquer Morocco in the

nineteen twenties, one of Alfonso's pet projects. Franco became the youngest officer to be promoted to general, and he credited that war with his political awakening, But in practice, Franco and Alfonso were, if you forgive the term, frenemies. Franco called himself a royalist and aligned himself with conservatives who

believed in the divine right of kings. Franco had a long cordial correspondence with Alfonso the thirteenth, who was in exile, where Franco assured him that he would restore the monarchy eventually, but behind Alfonso's back, Franco talked about Alfonso as a relic of yesteryear and a political liability. After a few years of Franco stringing him along, Alfonso realized that Franco

was never going to restore his power. He officially abdicated the throne in nineteen forty one, while Franco called himself a royalist. He had one issue with the monarchy. It prevented him from achieving absolute power, so he stripped the monarchy for parts and reconstructed it to justify his dictatorship. He moved into the Royal Palace and wore the captain general's uniform, just like Alfonso had. He conducted official business under a canopy, as if he were sitting on a throne.

He created coins with his face on them, embossed with a title usually reserved for kings. Francisco Franco Leader of Spain by the grace of God. Like Alfonso, Franco did not create a system of government that could survive him. He kept his promise of reinstating the monarchy, albeit decades later. Franco decided that after his death, Alfonso the thirteenth grandson, Juan Carlos the First, would be the king of Spain, and Juan Carlos remains the king in Spain to this day.

Alfonso's legacy is a complicated one. While you could probably correctly argue that Alfonso opened the door for fascism in Spain, what makes his legacy so complicated is that he didn't actually do that much. He had an ambiguous role in the political crisises that defined his rule, like the war in Morocco and the series of dictatorships that started with Prima der Rivera and ended with Franco, but it's hard to know exactly how much responsibility to ascribe to Alfonso.

Alfonso did not unify Spain, but he also didn't destroy it. Seeing this as a success or a failure reveals much more about what we expect of monarchs, especially monarchs in the twentieth century, than anything specific about Alfonso or his decisions. Alfonso's story lays bare the power of these expectations for

the monarchy. Nostalgia for the old Spain, as well as the hope that a single person might fix a whole country buoyed Alfonso's rule through decades of turmoil, but it also created such a high bar that he could never live up to it. Franco exploited those dreams of unification in order to remake the monarchy in his own image, and these romantic visions of history, of dynastic power and nationalism still keep monarchy alive in the twenty first century.

Alfonso the thirteenth reminds us that monarchy is not inevitable. It needs us more than we need it, and being a good king requires more than doing nothing, but letting people grow accustomed to the feeling of a single nationalist hero who takes care of everything. That's the story of Alfonso the Thirteenth. But stick around after a brief sponsor break to hear how Alfonso actually inspired a writer to create the Spanish tooth fairy. Oh, this is a left

turn from fascism, but it's a great story. In eighteen ninety four, when Alfonso the thirteenth was just eight years old, he lost his first tooth. This may not seem like a big deal, but this is the boy king we're talking about. So to celebrate the occasion, Alfonso's mother, Maria Christina, commissioned the writer Luis Coloma to write a story. Colomba

seemed like a slightly unusual choice for the role. He was a Jesuit priest who at the time was most famous for writing and explosive novel that satirized the Spanish

upper class. But Maria Cristina was familiar with him from his time as a spiritual advisor to the crown, and he had already tried his hand at writing a book of children's stories, Coloma decided to base his story on a folk tale that had been circulating orally throughout Spain in the nineteenth century about a clever mouse that leaves a coin under a child's pillow in exchange for a

lost tooth, just like the Tooth fairy. Coloma named his mouse Rotancito Perez and set the story in Madrid, on the streets surrounding the palace so the environment would feel familiar to the young Alfonso. Rottancito Perez lived with his family in a cookie box from the famous Very Real Prost Confectionery, which was just a few blocks away from the palace and frequently supplied sweet treats to the young king.

The story tells of a boy king named King Bubby, Bubby being Maria Christina's nickname for Alfonso, who loses his first tooth. While the court suggests that they the guild of the Tooth and save it in the royal treasury, the king's mother has Bubby write a letter to Rotencito Perez just like any normal child would do. So he does just that and stays up late, hoping to meet the mouse himself. Sure enough, Rotencito Perez arrives wearing tiny

gold glasses and a straw hat. The two become best friends and go on an adventure, leaving coins for children across the city and avoiding Madrid's most notorious cats along the way. This is where Luis Colomba's sharp criticism of the Spanish bourgeoisie ultimately emerges. Rottencito Perez takes King Bobby to both rich and poor households, explaining to him that as king he must use his wealth and power to

improve the lives of those less fortunate than him. The tale was published in a collection of children's stories in nineteen o two, and the tradition of leaving a tooth under one's pillow for Rottencito Perez spread throughout Spain as well as Central and Latin America. There is a bronze plaque on Kye RNL in Madrid, marking the spot where Rottencito Perez was said to live, the only time the

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