Le prince Emanuele Filiberto et la princesse Clotilde de Savoie ont décidé de parrainer deux enfants kenyans Alan et Moses qui vivent dans un orphelinat. Le couple qui a déjà deux filles les princesses Vittoria et Luisa âgées de 7 et 4 ans, prendra en charge l’éducation des deux petits enfants. (Merci à Michèle – Article et photos avec droits exclusifs dans la magazine danois Billed bladet – Texte initial modifié le 12.02.2011)
claudia
11 février 2011 @ 19:23
quel âge ont ces deux petits garçons ? ils sont adorables ; c’est un geste très généreux de la part du couple de Savoie. Souhaitons beaucoup de bonheur à cette petite famille
Marie JFB
11 février 2011 @ 19:25
Je ne pense pas que les enfants seront dynastes mais ils porteront peut-être les titres de princes de Savoie (comme l’une des filles de l’archiduchesse Constanza)
Un lien avec un rapport partiel avec le sujet et ancien topic de la rubrique Autriche : http://www.lequotidien.lu/people/18337.html
June
11 février 2011 @ 19:27
Denis (1)
votre post signifie-t-il aussi que les gens du peuple qui adoptent agissent comme des princes ? Personnellement je le crois !
Bel et noble engagement que d’accompagner un enfant pour la vie!
arnaud
11 février 2011 @ 19:43
Denis,
Vous etes pathétique..
milena
11 février 2011 @ 19:44
BRAVO!!Deux petits princes « blacks »(au moins,Emmanuele Filiberto a osé,LUI)…et je le dis avec d’autant moins d’intention raciste que je suis moi-meme très loin d’etre blonde aux yeux bleus….que ces enfants soient dynastes ou pas(probablement pas d’ailleurs,étant adoptés)c’est un beau geste et ils sont désormais Princes de Savoie!
Colette C.
11 février 2011 @ 19:45
Très beau et généreux geste!
Luise
11 février 2011 @ 19:48
Charles,
les enfants ne sont pas dynastes pour le trone d’Italie
jul
11 février 2011 @ 20:05
Alors là c’est une première ! Bravo aux princes de Venise. En plus, ça s’est fait assez discrètement, c’est bien.
J’ai hâte de savoir ce que va décider le père du prince.
Il va sûrement conférer des titres à ses nouveaux petits-fils.
Il leur faudrait également des prénoms dynastiques.
D’accord avec vous Actarus et Damien B. :)
Ah ah cela n’aurait pas déplu à l’Empereur d’Ethiopie et la Reine Marie-José, bien vu !
Cela ne sera pas facile quand les garçons seront adolescents, mais comment ne pas leur souhaiter beaucoup de bonheur?
Comment ne pas trouver cela bien ?
Pourceaugnac
11 février 2011 @ 20:36
Le duc de Gordon et sa femme, alors qu’ils étaient encore comte et comtesse de March et parents d’Ellinor (1952) et Charles-Henry (1955) avaient adopté deux fillettes métisses Maria (1959)et Naomi (1962)d’un orphelinat anglais. En 1967 ils ont donné naissance à leur troisième enfant naturel, Louisa.
( Source : Burke’s Peerage 107th, p 3334 )
Les filles adoptées portent le nom de March et non Gordon-Lennox comme les fils. Naomi est actrice (Nimmy March).
Nimmy et Gordon ont raconté leur expérience en 2005 dans un interview au Times. Elle a dit qu’aujourd’hui son adoption ne serait plus possible en Angleterre, les services sociaux plaçant toujours désormais les orphelins dans des familles de même origine ethnique.
( http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/article406531.ece )
texte de l’article ci-après :
Relative Values: The Duke of Richmond and Nimmy March
NIMMY: My natural parents were the daughter of a well-to-do Tory family and a black South African singer. I didn’t know anything about them as a child. I was fostered when I was six months old — and later adopted — by this extraordinary couple, the then Earl and Countess of March. One of my earliest memories of Dad is him driving us to school over a humpback bridge, and every morning, as we sailed over it, he led us in the chant of: « Mind your breakfast! »
My parents had two children of their own, Ellinor and Charles, then fostered two mixed-race girls, Maria and later myself. We were followed by another natural daughter, Louisa. Although it’s easier to use the terms « natural » and « adopted » to clarify the complex web of blood and adopted children, we are siblings. I’ve always felt this is my family.
Our life-changing move to Goodwood took place in 1969, when I was seven, and it was an exciting — sometimes frightening — time for all of us. It was such a big house. It’s got 46 rooms — 24 bedrooms, 10 bathrooms, two libraries, three reception rooms, three kitchens, two dining rooms, a ballroom, a music room. Mum and Dad went ahead so that when we arrived all our clothes were folded away, our bedrooms made cosy, and it immediately felt like home.
I look back on an amazing childhood with warm-hearted nostalgia. It was clever of my parents to adopt two mixed-race children, so that we would each have someone who we could particularly relate to close at hand — and to choose girls, so that the patriarchal line of inheritance never became an issue. I used to think it horribly unfair that as the oldest, Ellinor wouldn’t inherit, and so I’d try to rally her into rebellion. But having seen what running the estate entails, I think she’s probably had a lucky escape.
The striking thing about Dad is how little title and status mean to him — although since becoming a duke he seems to feel honour-bound to become increasingly eccentric, which is utterly charming! I often feel my mother’s support, and her great achievements at Goodwood, are publicly overshadowed by Dad, but really Mum is the family rock.
The youngest three of us were educated at a local comprehensive until we were 16, when we each went to schools that suited our interests. I went to Bedales and then to the Guildhall School of Music and Drama in London. My parents work on the basis that if what we’re doing makes us happy without harm to ourselves or others, then that is okay. Dad took me to my first opera when I was 13, and a love of classical music gave us something in common.
I think he secretly wanted me to be an opera singer, but he knew I was more interested in jazz, blues and acting.
I’m half black South African, a quarter Irish and a quarter English, and I’m in regular contact with my natural father, who’s a singer. Working as an actress in television, I’ve often been required to have a health check, where I’ve been asked for my medical history. That led me to want to find out more about my genetic background. Dad understood this entirely and encouraged me all the way. Mum did too, but I knew how threatened and vulnerable she felt. I think she was afraid of being displaced. But that could never happen. I never felt unloved or unsupported, though there was a short time when my father was busy and I was at boarding school and our relationship was distant. We’re much warmer these days, and I love it that I am 43 and our relationship is still developing.
Both my fathers are Virgo but they couldn’t be less alike. I’m demonstrative, passionate and emotional, and I think Dad found it baffling that I cry at the drop of a hat. He is Mr Magnanimous, though: he used to cup his hands underneath my chin to catch the tears. I suppose I became a chameleon: I didn’t want to upset anyone, but I was aware that being too jolly could result in rejection. There have been times when I’ve felt isolated, but no more so than anyone else. We all have different rhythms running through our bodies, but few of the problems I’ve had were related to being a black woman adopted into the British aristocracy.
When I think that today, despite being half white British, my colour would probably dictate a « same race » adoption, it makes me furious. The important things are love and acceptance. I was blessed with a great genetic make-up and a wonderful nurturing family. If I have any regrets, it’s that I’ve never been able to hug my birth mum and say thanks for letting me go. I’m very, very okay, and I have no recriminations, animosity or anger towards her. Just curiosity, and a hope that my children get to meet their maternal grandmother some day.
THE DUKE OF RICHMOND: When we picked Nimmy up she was six months old. She was a lovely, bubbly baby. My wife had had two children naturally but suffered terribly with high blood pressure, and it was dangerous to have more. We decided we’d like to adopt children who might otherwise not be chosen, and in the 1960s, disabled and non-white kids were those who were left behind. I’d had close contact with Africa, and my wife’s brother was married to a Zulu, so we specified half-African girls. We fostered Maria first and, a few years later, Nimmy came along. There were honestly no problems with them fitting in and we adopted them both.
Nimmy always liked having fun, and particularly enjoyed it when I ruffled my hair for a Ken Dodd impression. After a bath I’d do « rub a dub dub » with a towel so hard that the children shrieked.
It was always obvious that Nimmy was theatrical, and she has an exceptional singing voice. By the time she was 12, I was convinced she was a budding Shirley Bassey. She’d been in choirs from the age of eight or nine, and later sang beautifully at her grandmother’s funeral — and at my sister-in-law’s funeral, when she was accompanied by her father. That was an incredible moment. She was offered places at all four drama schools she applied to. She was determined to be an actress rather than a singer, but we’re very proud of her. She’s entirely a self-made woman: as well as being talented, she’s made some wise property investments and she’s an excellent mother. She has had advantages, but she’s done so much on her own.
Thankfully, to my knowledge, Nimmy has never experienced much racism. When we fostered the girls, journalists chased my wife down the street and we had to lock up the house to stop them getting in. In those days it was extremely newsworthy, but I can only think of one other incident that happened when Nimmy was at a comprehensive school, where she was one of only two or three coloured children. It was 1976, and there’d been some talk by Margaret Thatcher about immigration. Nimmy’s locker door was defaced with graffiti and she found three or four vile notes inside. We advised her to ignore it.
And her personality is such that she’s always been able to win people around.
We know her natural father. We first met him when he came to stay before her wedding. I couldn’t get over the similarities between them. We were very pleased they were reunited and chat on the phone from time to time. Nimmy and Gavin had a Buddhist ceremony in Goodwood House, which was great fun — but I don’t know what my ancestors would have made of it.
When they were young, my son, Charles, was Lord Settrington and our two natural daughters’ surname was Gordon Lennox. We decided Nimmy and Maria should use March, as I was then Lord March. When Nimmy asked me why, I told her it was an anagram of Charm. She loved that. One of the few times she was angry with me was when some Texans came to Goodwood and I wore a Stetson they’d given me. She was 16, the age when parents are acutely embarrassing. Nimmy came up to me and said: « Get lost, Dad, I’m not your daughter! » She definitely is my daughter, though, and it has been a wonderfully enriching experience having her as part of the family.
MIKA
11 février 2011 @ 20:36
C’est tout à leur honneur de vouloir rendre 2 enfants heureux…C’est très bien.
et cela va faire du bien à leur image …
Pourceaugnac
11 février 2011 @ 20:45
photo des Gordon March :
http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01083/education-graphics_1083239a.jpg
Pourceaugnac
11 février 2011 @ 20:50
complément dans cet interview au Telegraph en 2008
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/education/3355794/Adoption-How-can-you-give-away-your-baby.html
You’d think that a mixed-race child adopted into British aristocracy would feel like an outsider but Nimmy March, now a 46-year-old actress and mother of three, says her experience was never one of looking in. Born to a white English mother and a black South African father, Nimmy was adopted by the Duke and Duchess of Richmond aged just six months. Trans-racial adoptions among the upper classes were as rare in 1962 as they are today, and the pioneering duke and duchess were vilified by many for, as Nimmy puts it, ‘sullying the aristocracy’.
Nimmy believes that her mixed-race heritage may have made life easier for her in some respects. ‘If you’re a white child adopted into a white family, it would be easy to fantasise about being the birth child of those people. You may not really own what has happened. There was no question of whether I « belonged » or not; my parents had chosen me and I was being brought up as their child. I knew nothing else. My mother, the duchess, always taught me that I « belong » only to myself.’
Nimmy’s birth mother was 17 when she got pregnant. Her birth father, whom Nimmy has since met, was a South African singer and actor. ‘I know she didn’t really have a choice. The records show she made sure I was being adopted into a loving family, not just fostered.’
At 27, Nimmy’s attempt to contact her birth mother hit a brick wall. ‘I got a letter back saying that as far as she was concerned I was not her daughter.’ But, far from feeling bitter, Nimmy feels compassion. ‘Before giving birth to Khaya, my eldest, I thought about how that must have been – to be about to give birth and know that, regardless of how I might feel about this child, it was going to be taken away from me. Giving birth is the most intimate experience you can have with another being. Imagine knowing that you’re giving birth into grief. And to have no support. When I was pregnant, if my husband went for a walk, I knew he was coming back. What did she have?
‘I respect the fact she’s chosen not to see me but all I ever wanted was to say thank you, give her a hug and tell her she did OK. The sorrow is that she has three beautiful grandchildren whom she doesn’t know.’
Hodgkins says that adoptees often feel more compassion towards their birth mothers once they have their own children. ‘They often realise how awful it must have been for their mothers to give them up.’ Noticing any physical similarities between their offspring and themselves can also set them thinking about their birth parents. ‘It can trigger the thought that there’s someone else out there who you look like,’ says Hodgkins. ‘ This may be the first time you’ve ever seen someone you’re genetically related to and it can be incredibly powerful.’
Today Nimmy wonders if her children – Khaya, eight, Malachy, seven, and Lottie, three – have inherited any of her mother’s physical attributes. ‘My husband, Gavin, is Caucasian, so my children are only a quarter South African. They have quite African noses, and slightly African features, yet I wonder about the eyes, I wonder about the ears and the turn of the ankle. How much of that is from her side of the family?’
Despite the questions that remain unanswered, Nimmy says her adoption has been a positive experience. ‘My mother taught me that although my history is important it isn’t necessary to know everything about it in order to know myself. I thank my lucky stars I was adopted into this family. And as a result of being given up for adoption, I appreciate what a privilege it is to have children and to be able to keep them.’
petit page
11 février 2011 @ 20:54
Très joli geste des Princes qui veulent donner encore plus d’amour …
Les enfants adoptés ne sont pas dynastes normalement, j’imagine la réaction de certains …
joyes
11 février 2011 @ 21:01
Racisme de l’un ( n°1 ) et stupidité de l’autre ( n°9)!
joyes
11 février 2011 @ 21:12
Le Prince Emanuele-Filiberto et son épouse ont beaucoup d’amour et de générosité,je leur souhaite beaucoup de bonheur,ainsi qu’aux 2 petits ,Alan et Moses . Ils ont bien raison de mener leur vie sans s’occuper des gens bornés et méchants !
Betty
11 février 2011 @ 21:12
Emue, touchée par cette adoption. La photo de cette jolie famille est magnifique. Je leur souhaite tout le bonheur du monde. Rien de plus beau que de rendre des enfants heureux…
Marie Louise
11 février 2011 @ 21:45
FELICITATIONS ET BRAVO à ce couple qui m époustoufle et à voir les commentaires déplacés de certains,la succession au trône d Italie,je ne suis pas la seule à être, pour ma part très admirative et pour d autre bien étonnés et sans mots si ce n est leur rancoeur qui transparaît!
J aurai toujours un regret dans ma vie …c est de ne l avoir fait…!RESPECT donc à Clotilde et Emanuele!
Laure-Marie Sabre
11 février 2011 @ 21:46
A Denis (1), pouvez-vous expliciter votre propos ? En quoi une adoption fait-elle « peuple » ?
Thierry Lyon
11 février 2011 @ 22:11
Cette adoption est à l’image de la générosité des Princes de Piémont. J’en suis heureux pour eux.
La question est de savoir la nature juridique exacte de cette adoption. Si elle est pleinement actée, elle crée des droits mais ne me semble pas conférer des droits dynastiques à ces bambins.
Emmanuel Philibert ayant je crois soutenu un
principe de primogéniture absolue à l’image de nombreuses monarchies actuelles.
Je note toutefois que le Duc d’Aoste vient de faire paraitre une charmante photo du petit Prince Umberto; il y a vraiment deux branches très distinctes dans la Maison de Savoie…
Juliette
11 février 2011 @ 22:36
Actarus,
il est 22h30, j’arrive seulement chez moi et prend connaissance des info transmises par Régine, et j’ai pensé comme vous: droôle de mise en abîme pour l’Italie qui avait pour colonie l’Ethiopie.
Les adoptions sont rares dans les royautés, pour des raisons évidentes. Quelqu’un aurait-il quelques exemples d’adoptions au sein de la noblesse?
Il me » semble que le fils d’Alix, princesse Napoléon (le prince Charles-Napoléon?) a adopté une petite fille d’origine asiatique avec sa 2e épouse.
*GUSTAVE
11 février 2011 @ 22:39
Quel nom portent-ils, Alan et Moses Savoy, avec ou sans prédicat ? ?
G de G
11 février 2011 @ 23:36
Perso, j’ai un peu de mal avec eux… Ces enfants sont-ils adoptés ou juste « parrainés » financièrement, ce qui n’est pas tout à fait la même chose…???
Cixi-Hélène
11 février 2011 @ 23:41
BRA-VO !!!
Mimich le Belge
12 février 2011 @ 01:05
Charles (9) : Cela m’étonnerait …
Les successions se font usuellement en lignée légitime et naturelle (enfant né des parents).
Donatienne
12 février 2011 @ 01:08
Denis, pour être moi-même une maman de trois enfants du bout du monde qui nous ont donné tant de bonheur et maintenant quatre amours de petits enfants, je peux vous dire que l’adoption est un geste d’amour tout comme de décider de mettre un enfant au monde … ne cherchez pas plus loin ! ce n’est ni une question de mode, de snobisme, de faire people ou pas !
C’est bien triste de voir que des gens sont capables de raisonner comme vous, mais c’est tellement énorme que je suis heureuse de lire les réactions qu’a suscité votre ignorance un peu stupide !
Beaucoup de bonheur à ces deux petits garçons qui auront droit à une vie familiale comme tous les enfants de la terre devraient avoir !
Je ne sais si ces petits sont dynastes mais est-ce important ? Ils ont deux soeurs et si jamais la royauté revenait en Italie, j’espère que ce serait une royauté moderne qui n’exclurait pas les femmes, et donc le titre reviendrait à l’aînée de ce couple que je trouve finalement très attachant !
Je rejoins Actarus dans sa réflexion, le couple semble regarder dans la même direction …
Amicalement
Donatienne
Donatienne
12 février 2011 @ 01:09
pardonnez ! « qu’a suscitées » votre ignorance …
je n’ai pas pris le temps de me relire…
Donatienne
rominet09
12 février 2011 @ 01:49
Ravie pour eux ! J’ai lu une pensée un jour qui disait : « l’adoption est la rencontre de deux espérances »
monique
12 février 2011 @ 07:07
Je ne partage pas du tout les commentaires de Denis !
c’est ignoble de dire cela !
Hortense
12 février 2011 @ 07:55
Il n’y a pas de raison pour qu’ils ne soient pas dynastes si c’est une adoption pléniére. Je suis ravie pour eux et je souhaite que du bonheur, pour ces deux petits garçons, et le reste de la famille.
Soit dit en passant, si adopter fait « peuple », il serait bien que plus de monde soit moins « snob ».
J’aime beaucoup ce qui fait « peuple »…. et ses enfants ne seront pas moins les enfants de ce couple que Vittoria et Luisa, et ils deviennent du même sang……
C’est très bien.
JeanneC
12 février 2011 @ 08:19
Désolée, mais j’aurais tendance à rejoindre Denis. Depuis quand cette décision est-elle prise? Ont-ils respecté des procédures strictes, la convention de La Haye ou ont-ils comme beaucoup de célébrités bénéficié de passe-droits?
Mais le + choquant est toutes ces réflexion quant aux droits de ces enfants : les adoptés auraient-ils moins de droit que les enfants « biologiques »???
(oui le sujet me touche de près)