“At the peremptory request and desire of a large majority of the citizens of these United States, I, Joshua Norton, formerly of Algoa Bay, Cape of Good Hope, and now for the last 9 years and 10 months past of S. F., Cal., declare and proclaim myself Emperor of these U. S.; and in virtue of the authority thereby in me vested, do hereby order and direct the representatives of the different States of the Union to assemble in Musical Hall, of this city, on the 1st day of Feb. next, then and there to make such alterations in the existing laws of the Union as may ameliorate the evils under which the country is laboring, and thereby cause confidence to exist, both at home and abroad, in our stability and integrity.
—NORTON I, Emperor of the United States.
As proclamations go, that sounds pretty impressive, especially when you consider the man making it had become mentally unhinged following years of protracted litigation with his business associates.
Joshua Norton may have come a cropper when it came to deal making but he found his true calling and the love of tens of thousands of people when he decided to proclaim himself the Emperor of America in 1859 after becoming fed up with what he considered the inadequacies of the country’s legal and political structures.
The editor of the San Francisco Bulletin reprinted the announcement to entertain his readers. After that, it would seem that the city’s citizens took the Emperor to their hearts for the next 21 years of his ‘reign’.
Norton, who emigrated from South Africa to San Francisco in 1849, later added ‘Protector of Mexico’ to his title and took his ‘duties’ very seriously, issuing decrees and inspecting public works.
The Emperor dressed the part, too, donning an ex-army uniform with gold epaulets, topped off with a beaver hat, which was decorated with a peacock feather and rosette. He spent his days walking San Francisco’s streets, checking the condition of the footpaths and cable cars, the state of repair of public property, as well as commenting on the appearance of police officers.
San Francisco’s citizens clearly loved him. Despite being penniless, he regularly ate in the city’s finest restaurants, with the establishments going so far as to attach brass plaques in their entrances declaring “by Appointment to his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Norton I of the United States.”
When he wasn’t dining out, the Emperor was a patron of the arts and would regularly enjoy the best seats at the latest theatrical and musical productions.
However, there was one occasion of lese majeste in 1867, when a policeman had the temerity to commit the Emperor to involuntary treatment for a mental disorder. Needless to say there was uproar. The arrest outraged the citizens and sparked editorials in the newspapers.
Police Chief Patrick Crowley immediately ordered Norton to be released and issued a formal apology on behalf of the police force.
Crowley wrote: “that he had shed no blood; robbed no one; and despoiled no country; which is more than can be said of his fellows in that line.”
Emperor Norton was clearly a magnanimous chap and granted an “Imperial Pardon” to the offending policeman. After that, all police officers in San Francisco would salute Norton as he passed in the street.
As remarkable as it seems, the powers that be were only too willing to look out for the eccentric character. When his uniform began to look worn, the San Francisco Board of Supervisors even decided to purchase a regal replacement.
Norton even issued his own currency in denominations of fifty cents and ten dollars, to pay for any debts incurred, which was accepted by San Francisco’s businesses. Today, the notes are collector’s items.
Norton didn’t slack off when it came to foreign relations either, and was wont to write to Queen Victoria on several occasions.
Unfortunately, the pressures of state took their toll on the Emperor and on January 8, 1880, Norton collapsed on a street corner and died shortly afterwards.
The next day, the San Francisco Chronicle caught the mood of the city when it published his obituary on its front page under the headline ‘Le Roi est Mort’ (‘The King is Dead’), reporting that ‘on the reeking pavement, in the darkness of a moon-less night under the dripping rain…, Norton I, by the grace of God, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico, departed this life”.
Despite rumours of him having great wealth, it soon emerged that Norton had died in poverty. Nevertheless that did not prevent 30,000 people lining the streets (the population of San Francisco at the time was 230,000) for the funeral cortege, which stretched to two miles. long.
Norton now lies in Woodlawn Cemetery under a suitably regal headstone.
In this world of cynics and chest-beaters it is a comfort to know that there was a time when people and state bodies cared enough about law-abiding citizens to allow them live the life they chose to live without interference, persecution or the need to sneer and deride.
The citizens of San Francisco should be immensely proud of their forebears. We should all be – and we should take a leaf from their book and give the Nortons of this busy, modern world of ours the respect, love and latitude they truly deserve.
Long live the Emperor.