by Christopher Draper (formerly published in Northern Voices 15)
TO be fair, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the
sixth Duke of Westminster doesn’t own all the North but 11,500 acres of
Cheshire, 23,500 acres of the Forest of Bowland, 42 acres of “Liverpool One”,
1,800 acres of north Wales and 96,000 acres of Scotland is enough to be going
on with. That’s not all, for Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor also owns 300 acres of
central London comprising the top-drawer districts of Mayfair and Belgravia.
When the United States sought the freehold of their London (Grosvenor Square)
Embassy, Gerald counter-claimed with a demand that the U.S. hand back to the
Grosvenors Florida and Virginia which he alleges the Americans stole from his
ancestors after the War of Independence. The Americans backed down and now plan
to relocate from prestigious Belgravia to a freehold site at Nine Elms,
Wandsworth. Such is the power, wealth and influence of Gerald, Duke of
Westminster, Britain’s richest landowner (not to mention his extensive
landholdings in 17 other countries around the globe).
Currently estimated at about £8.5 billion,
Gerald’s wealth comfortably exceeds that of the poorest 10% of the British
population (£7.0 billion). In other words, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor is worth
more than 6.3 million ordinary people.
Ill-Gotten Gains
He might not be handsome, clever or strong
but Gerald certainly selected the right ancestors. Gilbert Le Gros Veneur (spot
the connection) came over in 1066 with the Conqueror (“William the Bastard”)
and shared the spoils of Norman rape and pillage. The “Gros Veneurs” were
rewarded with vast tracts of rich farming land around Chester that, to this
day, continue to provide the family with their magnificent country seat of
Eaton Hall.
Another great wodge of the Westminster’s
wealth was acquired through the 1677 strategic marriage of Sir Thomas Grosvenor
to the 12-year old Mary Davis. Mary came with 300 acres of Ebury Manor that the
Grosvenors shrewdly developed to create Britain’s most valuable real estate,
Mayfair and Belgravia.
Two Brain Cells or One?
Expensively educated at public school
(Harrow), Gerald managed to pass only two O-levels (his daughter, Lady Edwina,
says one) yet, surprisingly, this limited academic success didn’t prevent
Gerry’s elevation to the Chancellorship of the University of Chester in 2005.
Nor did it stop him reaching the rank of Deputy Commander Land Forces of the
Territorial Army, despite suffering a nervous breakdown in 1997 and a blizzard
of damaging publicity in 2007. Fortunately Gerald’s lawyers forced the genie
back into the bottle and details can now only be discovered from overseas
sources.
Gerry hates unpleasantness and prefers to
promote his academic credentials; Pro-Chancellor Keele University 1986-93,
Chancellor Manchester Metropolitan University 1992-2002, Fellow Liverpool John
Moores University 1990, Honorary Fellow University of Central Lancashire 2001,
Honorary LL.D. University of Keele 1990, Honorary LL.D. University of Liverpool
2000 and D.Litt. University of Salford 2000.
Not bad for a man with two O-levels.
Not What You Know…
Gerald is a personal friend of Prince
Charles and his wife Natalia, a descendant of George II, is the godmother of
Prince William. The Queen, the Duke of Edinburgh and the Princes William and
Harry all attended the 2004 Chester Cathedral wedding of the Grosvenors’ oldest
daughter, Lady Tamara Katherine (b.1979). According to the Financial Times,
Daddy gave Lady Tamara £10 million as a wedding gift.
The second daughter, Lady Edwina Louise
Grosvenor (b.1981) is married to broadcaster Dan Snow, author of “Death or
Victory – The Birth of the British Empire”. The youngest daughter, Lady Viola
Georgina Grosvenor (b.1992) remains, as yet, unmarried.
Gerald’s only son and heir apparent, Hugh,
Earl of Grosvenor (b.1991), celebrated his 21st birthday in 2012 with a £5
million “black tie and neon” party in the grounds of Eaton Hall. The 800
partygoers naturally included Prince Harry and entertainment was provided by
Michael McIntyre and Rizzle Kicks.
“The Field” country pursuits magazine
identifies Hugh as, “the cream of the crop of younger shots”, “Hughie’s a great
shot on the grouse”. Fortunately there are several shooting estates at hand and
overseas there’s the Grosvenor’s beautiful 37,000 acre Spanish, Finca La
Garganta Estate near Seville. “Teeming with stags and wild boar”, La Garganta
is, “one of the largest and most exclusive hunting estates in Western Europe”
where Princes Wills and Harry, Hughie G and King Juan Carlos frequently enjoy
killing sprees. The facilities of La Garganta include a luxuriously appointed
ten-bedroomed hunting lodge, a private railway station and a staff of one
hundred.
Three Cheers for Hitler
The first Duke of Westminster was Hugh
Lupus Grosvenor (1825-1899) who was gifted the title by Queen Victoria. Elected
MP for Chester at the tender age of 21 he played little part in parliamentary
politics until 1866 when he campaigned against the Reform Act. His real
passions were horse racing, deer stalking and shooting.
The passions of the much married second
Duke of Westminster, Hugh Richard Arthur Grosvenor (1879-1953), were more
varied. A notorious womaniser, anti-semite and Nazi sympathiser he was in his
element indulging in a ten year affair with French traitor and Nazi agent Coco-Channel.
An all-round, selfish, insensitive brute, Hugh Grosvenor long remained an
open-admirer of Hitler. Fiercely anti-gay, in 1931 he “outed” his homosexual
brother-in-law, William Lygon, Lord Beauchamp to King George V and Queen Mary.
“I thought men like that shot themselves”, was the King’s response. Lygon was
rapidly despatched abroad and died an exile in America.
Gerry, the present Duke of Westminster,
acquired his astonishing wealth directly from Hugh “the fascist” who bypassed
three intervening Dukes to entrust the Grosvenor fortune to the one year-old
Gerald who inherited on his eighteenth birthday.
Rebellion Below Stairs
The sixth Duke of Westminster is a socially
aware, sensitive man who’s President or patron of more than 100 organisations
and charities. His servants at Eaton Hall don’t seem entirely convinced and
according to Mrs Frances Hewson the Duchess is a harsh task master with an
obsession about the disposition of toilet rolls. Sacked by the Grosvenors in
2001 for “gross misconduct” their former housekeeper was blamed by the Duke for
provoking staff to “a stage of rebellion”.
For her part Mrs Hewson claims “the Duchess
sent back the sheets, adorned with their “W” monograms, if any bore a single
crease…the lavatory rolls in each of the 20 en-suite bathrooms had to be
positioned so that precisely two sheets hung down” and the housekeeper, “was
not allowed to return from walking the family spaniel at 5.30 each morning
until he had done two poos and a wee”.
Before dismissal Mrs Hewson was employed to
serve the Grosvenors at Eaton Hall from 5.30 am until 3pm before returning for
two hours each evening “to turn down the beds”. After sacking her, solicitors
offered Mrs Hewson £5,000 to keep quiet and abandon an action for unfair dismissal,
she refused but lost anyway. The lawyers then obtained a legal injunction to
prevent Frances Hewson publishing a book revealing more about life at Eaton
Hall.
“Virtue not Ancestry”
In 1381, when the ascendancy of the
Grosvenors was but three centuries old the English peasantry rose up and cast
off the yoke of aristocratic oppression. Tragically, they accepted the written
guarantees of young King Richard II to then right their wrongs. Once dispersed
the rebels were easily overcome by well-armed knights and noblemen as Richard
vindictively declared, “Serfs you were and serfs you will remain!”
Six centuries on we’re still subjects not
citizens yet many continue to bend the knee and applaud these pompous, pampered
drones. If we look up to them it is unsurprising that they, most assuredly look
down on us.
It’s rumoured that in his heart of hearts
even Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the sixth Duke of Westminster KG, CB, CVO,
OBE, TD, DL, CD knows his vast wealth and status is undeserved. His aristocratic
power and prestige is all smoke and mirrors. With his two O-levels and a lawyer-suppressed personal life Gerald
knows he’s not worth more than six million ordinary folk and his family motto,
“Virtue not Ancestry” is an ironic joke.
As long as Gerry grinds the organ, the
likes of Michael McIntyre, Rizzle Kicks, and assorted solicitors are suitably
employed as performing monkeys but independent-minded Northern folk can see the
Duke has no clothes.