Friday, July 17, 2026
Saturday, July 11, 2026
"Feelings Aren't Facts"
In an article in British newspaper The Telegraph, titled "Harry and Meghan's 'truth' has been exposed for what it is and I feel vindicated," and subtitled "Strip away the grievance, the victimhood and the drama, and what remains? A couple of former royals with a fading brand," Associate Editor Camilla Tominey shares her thoughts about Prince Harry and Meghan:
Confirmation that the Duchess of Sussex is in the UK, after all, with her children Archie and Lilibet arguably tells you everything you need to know about the world according to Harry and Meghan. After a huge drama over accommodation and security, the family, who have been in Europe, have just met with the King at Highgrove despite Harry’s well-documented security concerns.
Meghan did not attend yesterday’s Invictus Games event with her husband in Birmingham as originally planned. Buckingham Palace insists no imagery will be released of the royal reconciliation but don’t be surprised if carefully curated footage eventually emerges of the family of four, perhaps visiting Princess Diana’s grave at Althorp, the Spencer family seat.
The Sussexes thrive on drama. It’s the only real currency they have left, which goes some way to explaining Harry’s endless will-he-won’t-he Buckingham Palace invitation saga. I wouldn’t be surprised if behind-the-scenes footage is already being shot to appear on a television near you in the not too distant future.
Having been on the receiving end of Harry and Meghan’s “truth”, I admit to feeling rather vindicated following Mr Justice Nicklin’s judgment in the Prince’s case against Associated Newspapers Ltd. Dismissing all 97 claims made by seven claimants, including Harry, Sir Elton John and Liz Hurley, that the Daily Mail and Mail on Sunday had carried out unlawful information gathering against them between the late 1990s and 2015, the judge was unequivocal.
In his devastating 436-page ruling, he rejected not only the most lurid accusations, but also concluded that the claimants had failed to prove any unlawful activity at all. Accepting the denials of Associated Newspaper journalists “who gave lawful explanations for the sourcing of the disputed articles and incidents”, he added: “Suspicion, even understandable suspicion, is not proof.”
What the judgment effectively said is that feelings are not facts; there is only ever one version of the truth – the one that can be proved, with evidence.
The court defeat leaves Harry et al potentially facing a £50m legal bill which may or may not be covered by the estate of Max Mosley, a man with a well-documented history of fascist politics and orgies. But the reputational cost for the Sussexes could be even greater. The judgment drives a coach and horses through their carefully cultivated narrative of victimhood.
Harry has long maintained that he and Meghan were hounded in the same way his late mother was. During the trial earlier this year, he became emotional while describing the impact of the coverage on those closest to him, saying Associated Newspapers had made Meghan’s life “an absolute misery”.
So why, then, did the couple’s media team allegedly provide Charlotte Griffiths, editor-at-large of the Mail on Sunday, with details of a meeting between Sussex representatives and a senior royal aide in 2025?
Griffiths says a close adviser arranged lunch with her at The Ivy in London during the summer of that year. She maintains information shared there led to several stories about the couple, including front-page reports suggesting efforts were underway to repair relations with King Charles.
If true, Harry and Meghan were doing precisely what they accuse others of doing: briefing the press.
Then there was last week’s accommodation saga. How exactly were reporters learning about rescinded palace invitations if not from Sussex sources? This, from a prince, who once grandly told his ITV chum Tom Bradby that members of the Royal family got into “bed with the devil” if they tipped off the media “to rehabilitate their image”.
Griffiths’ evidence also seems to suggest another uncomfortable inconsistency. Harry has long claimed to have had little to do with journalists. Yet the trial revealed flirtatious Facebook messages exchanged with Griffiths in 2011 and 2012, referring to a hedonistic weekend spent with Harry and his friends.
In those messages Harry happily disclosed personal details, including that he was “stuck in Cornwall doing Army stuff”. Again, Harry’s words to Bradby come back to haunt him. “If you need to do that, or you want to do that, you choose to do that. Well that is a choice,” he explained. Yes. Harry. If only you’d taken your own advice.
As I recall, when he wasn’t complaining about invasions of privacy, he and his friends were voluntarily sharing extraordinary amounts of their lives on public social media. They also kept returning to the same London nightclubs – Boujis, Amika and others – only to express outrage when photographers captured them stumbling out in the early hours.
In Spare, Harry never named me but described me as someone who “always made me ill”, adding: “She’d always, always got stuff wrong.” In reality, I got two rather significant stories right. First, that he was dating Meghan Markle, an exclusive I broke in October 2016. Second, that there had been an altercation between Meghan and Kate during a bridesmaid dress fitting that left Kate in tears.
Until that second story, I had enjoyed a perfectly good working relationship with Harry. Even after revealing his romance with the American actress, he personally invited me to cover parts of his Caribbean tour that weren’t open to other journalists. The truth – the whole truth, not the Sussexes’ version of it – is that they have always been entirely comfortable with publicity, provided it is flattering. Write a negative headline, even an accurate one, and suddenly it becomes a media witch hunt.
The reality was summed up perfectly by Paul Dacre, editor-in-chief of Associated Newspapers, after the verdict, which echoed South Park’s now infamous World Privacy Tour parody about the couple.
“There isn’t a laundry in the cosmos big enough to wash all the dirty linen he has aired about his own family. For him to complain about HIS privacy being invaded takes not just the biscuit, but the whole tin.”
He has a point. Harry and Meghan haven’t simply aired their family’s private business without offering anyone a right of reply. They have turned it into a lucrative business model.
And they will continue to do so. Because strip away the grievance, the victimhood and the drama, and what remains? A couple of former royals with a fading brand.
That, surely, is the real truth. (This is the article in its entirety.)
Sunday, July 5, 2026
Some Thoughts From The BBC
In an article titled "Prince Harry and Meghan: Will they or won't they, and will we care?", Sean Coughlan of the BBC ponders the Sussexes upcoming trip to the UK:
Thursday, July 2, 2026
Take Me Home, Country Roads, Updated
Tuesday, June 30, 2026
Wednesday, June 10, 2026
Carolyn and Diana
They were both tall, very attractive blonde women; they each married the man considered to be the "most eligible bachelor" in their respective countries.
They instantly became as famous as it's possible to be in this world. They wore great clothes.
They struggled in their relationships with their high profile, high maintenance husbands, albeit for different reasons.
They both died young, in stupid, unnecessary accidents caused by the bad decision-making of the men around them.
That's my take on the similarities between Princess Diana and Carolyn Bessette Kennedy. Now, in advance of a book titled The Kennedys and the Windsors, People magazine has a new cover story featuring Diana and Carolyn:
Read the cover story here.
Wednesday, May 27, 2026
How's Donald?
According to his page at The Lincoln Project, "Rick Wilson is a renowned political strategist, infamous ad-maker, writer, speaker and a political commentator. In December 2019, Rick co-founded the Lincoln Project, a political action committee whose goal is to hold accountable those who would violate their oaths to the Constitution and would place their loyalty to others before their loyalty to the American people and democracy."
In a Substack post dated yesterday, this is what he had to say about the currrent president:
Let me say what the White House press corps cannot bring itself to say, what the Sunday shows have agreed to murmur around rather than at:
Donald John Trump is dying.
He is dying in the ordinary biological sense, the sense in which you and I and every warm-blooded creature on this rolling flying through space and time are dying.
He is seventy-nine. He turns eighty next month. He went to Walter Reed today, his thrid visit in thirteen months ("Totally normal! Just a third checkup in a year!"), and the White House would like you to believe this is a wellness influencer's self-care routine rather than what it obviously is: the late-stage management of a long-abused body breaking down in public.
Sure, it's fun to speculate on what we'll all do when The Day arrives, but Trump's death isn't just physical.
But more importantly, more lastingly, he is dying as a force in our politics, as a presence in our culture, and as the dark gravitational center of the American right. The only people who can't see it are the ones whose paychecks depend on pretending the corpse is still doing pirouettes and burpees.
The man's own physician diagnosed him last summer with chronic venous insufficiency, the swollen-ankles, blood-pools-in-the-legs condition you generally see in your great-aunt who needs the recliner kicked up before Wheel of Fortune. He has been photographed repeatedly with hand bruises the size and color of rotten plums, slathered in concealer that doesn't quite take. The official explanation is "frequent handshaking and aspirin."
Of course. Every septuagenarian I know who shakes hands has a hand that looks like he caught it in the door of a Buick.
Then there's the gait. The slowing shuffle to Marine One. The right-handed lean. The drifting into associative word-salad that, on Biden, would have launched a thousand Fox News chyrons in sixty seconds.
He has become, there is no way to say this without saying it, MAGA... doddering. Unsteady. Tired. A man whose physical envelope is visibly insufficient for the job he claims to be doing.
Evil ages you. Sin rests as heavy as lead on the bones. Cruelty and malice corrupt and destroy their bearers. You can see it in him now, the way you could in Mobutu, in Mugabe, in the gangsters of history who used the state as a punishment and piggy bank for too long.
Compare this with the saturation coverage of Biden's decline to the lullaby around Trump's.
When Biden trailed off, it was a three-day national emergency: cable hits, op-eds, anonymous-source pieces about West Wing concern. The 25th Amendment got more name-checks in 2024 than the Bill of Rights got in a decade.
Trump goes to Walter Reed for the third time in a year, with bruises hand-painted out of existence and a diagnosed circulatory disorder, and the coverage is what? A polite CBS write-around. A Washington Post nothingburger story detailing the drive up to Bethesda. A few brave souls noting that "independent physicians say the White House hasn't answered keey questions." No Jake Tapper special. No glossy Original Sin book proposal. No "ten Republican senators speaking on background." Just the press doing what the press always does in the presence of an authoritarian project: flinching.
This is the most dishonest White House about the President's physical condition since Edith Wilson was forging her stricken husband's signature behind the curtains in 1919. The parallel is not casual. The memos, the "excellent health," the "sharpest president in American history," the careful staging... the cover-up of Trump's diminished physical and mental capacity isn't coming.
The cover-up is already running. Karoline Leavitt, Stephen Chung, and the rest of the White House noise machine have lied to the media for years about Trump's condition, and never once been held to account.
Here is where the second death becomes impossible to ignore.
Trump is winning nothing. Trump is holding nothing. He is narrowcasting to a withering, contracting MAGA base dying off at a rate that will soon reshape the political landscape again... and mistaking the cheers in ever-dwindling crowds, in ever-smaller halls for sound of a country still living in 2016.
Pew, last month: 34 percent. The lowest of his second term. Fox News... Fox News... has him down 24 points with Republicans since March 2025. Rural white voters, the base of the base of the base, have gone from +27 net approval to -6 in twelve months. Among his own 2024 voters, approval has slid from 95 percent to 78.
The MAGA coalition is not growing. It is not holding. It is shedding, paycheck by smaller paycheck, grocery receipt by grocery receipt, slowly creeping away from cultlike adoration with every trip to the gas pump.
The cable hosts and the Truth Social cheerleaders do not understand this, because they have marinated for a decade in a closed informational system: winning a MAGA primary is not winning the country. The cheers inside the tent get louder as the tent gets smaller. That's not strength. That's the acoustic property of a shrinking room.
Which brings us to the ballroom, the arch, the White House glitter bukkake redecoration, the urgent desire to slap his name on every flat surface. Add those out-of-touch moments to the pardons, the no-bid contracts, the crypto scams, the $1.7 billion slush fund, and the snake-pit of grift the second term has become.
The conventional read is that this is power... the dictator phase, the strongman unleashed.
I want to suggest the opposite. Strongmen at the at the height of their game don't need the ballroom. They don't need to rename the Kennedy Center after themselves. They don't need the gold leaf, the fake portraits, the rebranded monuments and memorials.
That's the behavior of a man who knows the clock is running and is grabbing what he can while the grabbing is good. That's Marcos in Manila in 1985. That's Ceausescu in 1988, before he and the missus were lined up against a wall.
Genuine power doesn't need to be advertised this loudly. The frantic escalating, almost pornographic self-celebration is the tell. It's a confession in plain sight. The man building his mausoleum while he's still alive is the man who knows he's running out of road.
So here we are. A 79-year-old man, swollen of extremity and bruised of hand, looking like the victim of a zombie bite by denying it until he turns, shuffling between Walter Reed and a half-built ballroom nobody asked for, with an approval rating in free fall, a base finally asking quiet questions about grocery prices, a press corps too cowed to say out loud what they all know, and a clock, biological, cultural, and political, that he cannot bully into stopping.
He is not coming back from this. There is no third act. There is only the long, undignified, makeup-smeared decline of a man and a movement whose moment has passed, narrating itself ever more loudly into an ever emptier hall, a frowzy barfly of a man, replaying past glories that never happened and hoping you won't notice the bad wig.
Trump is dying.
Say it out loud. It will feel strange the first time. Less strange the second. By the tenth, you'll wonder why it took the rest of the press corps so long to catch up.
And yes, when The Day comes, I promise you that my better angels will be taking PTO.
Update: Tina Brown weighs in. In a post on her own Substack, dated May 27, titled "Trump's Sweet Vengeance," and subtitled "Democrats are getting it wrong again," Tina presents an opposite view of the world:
Democrats are getting it wrong again. After Trump’s 11th-hour endorsement of Texas attorney general and all-in Trump sycophant Ken Paxton, who was impeached for multiple charges of abuse of office, investigated on felony security charges, and dogged by adulterous sexual imbroglios, the slippery MAGA sleazebag still went on to pulverize Senate old-timer John Cornyn in the Republican primary on Tuesday. And yet, liberal cableheads deconstructing the results keep recycling the point that, somehow this was good news. Millions of dollars, they chortled, will now have to be diverted from other imperiled Republicans to defend a Senate seat that, for four terms, had been occupied by the beloved party elder Cornyn and now will be in play against the Democrats’ latest Texan mirage and Colbert candidate James Talarico. When has Trump ever found it difficult to raise millions of dollars, especially against a Senate candidate who tweeted in 2021 that his office was “the first in the history of the (Texas) Capitol to put pronouns on their business cards?” Paxton was already on a roll in his victory speech, immediately branding his Presbyterian seminarian opponent “James Talafreako,” “Six-Gender Jimmy,” and “Tofu Talarico” (“Soy boy!” yelled out an inventive Paxton supporter in the crowd).
Of course, as all the pundits tell us, Trump’s base loves him but, in using that term, I suspect they still subliminally conjure dated images of a Viking-horned, bare-chested QAnon shaman storming the Capitol. Today, that same lawless horde is now not only pardoned, but about to have access to Trump’s new $1,776 billion “Anti-Weaponization” slush fund. The fact that the comatose turtle, former Senate leader Mitch McConnell, has finally emerged from political hiding to denounce the outrage of a cop-bashing mob getting a financial pay-out is no threat to Trump. McConnell can exhume some principles because he isn’t running again. Trump’s resident House weenie Speaker Mike Johnson, with his own re-election looming, was so fearful of losing the slush fund vote that he sent lawmakers home early for a week’s recess to avoid it.
Don’t expect House members to return emboldened when Trump has just gone four for four in the primaries, whacking, not just Cornyn, but his Epstein Files Transparency Act foe Representative Thomas Massie of Kentucky and Georgia GOP gubernatorial candidate Brad Raffensperger, who committed the ultimate crime of failing to “find” 11,780 more Trump votes in Georgia in the 2020 election. Sorry, not sorry about Senator Bill Cassidy from Louisiana also hitting the bricks. He’s the physician who oversaw a nationally-recognized vaccine campaign in his home state, but later revealed his inner worm by casting the deciding vote to confirm RFK Jr. as HHS Secretary. Trump punished him anyway for having voted in 2021 for his second impeachment. So long, mofo.
Every liberal commentator now bangs on about an assured mid-term shellacking for the POTUS party over rising gas prices, thanks to the Trump-created catastrophe of the Strait of Hormuz closure and the universally unpopular Iran war. I suspect they and the polls are wrong again. It’s not just the creeping success of Republican redistricting creating more seats than Democratic efforts to do the same. Trump has found a diabolical way to separate his personal charisma from the destruction he perpetrates and the corruption he normalizes. He’s the angel of sabotage, freed from the shackles of his own malign deeds by the Supreme Court, the GOP’s moral turpitude, and the universal glint of greed from the Wall Street honchos, Silicon Valley bros, and Palm Beach plutocrats who see that the presidency is open for business. As last week’s Brennan Center newsletter put it, “There is a zone of lawlessness around the Oval Office.” In Trump’s first term, he was restrained by the need for a second, and by advisers schooled in the now-quaint ethos of governing by accepted norms. But then, he learned something transformative. Speaking to the NYT in January about prohibiting his family from profiteering overseas from proximity to official business in his first term, Trump said that, “he got no credit for it.” He then added a killer kicker that made less news at the time but has stayed with me as a rare moment of truth: “I found out that nobody cared.”
If there is any message that crystalizes the 250th anniversary of the U.S., it is not that America has changed but that Trump has changed America. There will be no snapback when he’s gone. Even as his approval ratings tank and the country is hurting, it feels as if his base has become wider and deeper and represents a new national state of mind. Tuned out on our phones, mesmerized by money porn, high on the idolatry of the big flashy win, we are getting used to the erosion of the rule of law, the threats to free speech, the banishment of government watchdogs, and the chasm of inequality. After ten years of Trump bludgeoning the first principles of the American experiment (ten because I don’t count the disappearing ink of Biden’s lame tenure when every headline was a new Trump indictment, scandal, or toxic blast from exile in Mar-a-Lago), Trump has refashioned the country in his image.
In the comments below the post, Tina says several times that she hopes she's wrong. I do too.
Friday, May 22, 2026
"An Impeccable Force For Good"
"There's no denying that everyone concerned has been missing the princess's star quality. She is a huge draw wherever she goes."
"She is glamorous, she is beautiful. She is warm and approachable."
"She is an impeccble force for good, a fantastic standard-bearer--not just for the royal family but for the country."
Wow. That's just a few of the comments in the hagiographic cover story about Princess Kate in People magazine this week. (Is someone in Montecito hurling dishes at the wall? Possibly.)
Just three weeks after the "on the one hand, on the other hand" cover story about Harry and Meghan's current place in the world, Kate is in the spotlight this week, although "adoring glow" might be more accurate. "Teachers wiped away tears after she left," we're told, referring to Kate's recent visit to a school in Italy. No "other hand" here, this is a love letter.
Monday, May 18, 2026
Where Is Everyone?
I haven't been paying much attention to Meghan's trip to Switzerland, but I'm struck by this picture. To be blunt, the optics are terrible. A quick Google search tells me that, straight line, it's almost 6,000 miles from Los Angeles to Geneva. That's a long, long way to go to speak to fewer than 20 people. It might be the camera angle, there could be 100's of people on Meghan's left side, or behind her, but still. This picture is brutal.
Sunday, May 10, 2026
Food
“Carb addict” is a catchy phrase, but it collapses a complicated neurohormonal system into a moral failing wrapped in snack food language.
— Dr Terry Simpson (@drterrysimpson) May 10, 2026
People like me, on GLP-1s aren’t discovering some secret weakness. We’re discovering that appetite, reward, satiety, and impulse are… https://t.co/v7XmZ5Oje6
This is Dr. Simpson's post in its entirety:
Carb addict” is a catchy phrase, but it collapses a complicated neurohormonal system into a moral failing wrapped in snack food language.
People like me, on GLP-1s aren’t discovering some secret weakness. We’re discovering that appetite, reward, satiety, and impulse are biologic systems — and when those systems are altered, the noise changes. That’s the point. Nobody says a patient with hypertension is a “salt addict” because a medication lowered their blood pressure. Yet somehow obesity still invites this strange Victorian need to turn physiology into character judgment. Also, if carbohydrates were uniquely addictive in the simplistic way internet nutrition tribes claim, then cultures built around rice, beans, lentils, fruit, and bread would have collapsed centuries ago into universal metabolic ruin. They did not. The problem is not “carbs.” The problem is hyperpalatable, engineered, calorie-dense food environments colliding with human biology that evolved for scarcity, not DoorDash at midnight. GLP-1s did not create discipline in people. They revealed what appetite feels like when the volume knob is no longer stuck on maximum.Saturday, May 9, 2026
A Constant Hustle...
"Without the palace platform, it takes a constant hustle to keep yourself in the spotlight." Thus sayeth Tina Brown, referring to Harry and Meghan in her 2022 book The Palace Papers, and note that I'm paraphrasing from memory. I thought of Tina's pithy words last Wednesday morning at 7 a.m. central time, when this appeared front and center at people.com:
People magazine cover dated dated May 11, 2026, posted April 29
Next year, when your father and brother make state visits to the US, LIE LOW. As in, no social media posts, no interviews and above all, no competing engagements. I know this will be hard for you, but trust me. You and your wife look petty and spiteful when you try to hijack the attention. (Who can forget your flashy Remembrance Day visit to Canada in November at the same time your brother was trying to promote his Earthshot Prize in Brazil?) Getting in the way of actual royals trying to maintain the family business, which includes diplomatic duties, makes you look vengeful and jealous. (Read Paula's entire post here.)
Now, obviously, Harry and Meghan have no control over what People magazine chooses to put on the cover each week. On the other hand there's no way I believe the timing of this story is a coincidence. This is almost certainly the result of an intensely targeted, and very effective, pitch by Harry and Meghan's experienced (and expensive) publicists, Sunshine Sachs. In a story posted January, 18, 2026, and titled "Meghan Markle and Prince Harry Reteam with a Familiar Hollywood PR firm amid Staffing Shakeup," people.com reported this:
Meghan Markle and Prince Harry are returning to a familair firm as they restructure their professional team at the start of othe new year.
PEOPLE confirms that the Duke and Duchess of Sussex are once again working with Sunshine Sachs Morgan and Lylis (SSML), with the bicoastal public relations firm supporting Meghan's lifestyle brand, As ever, as well as the couple's U.S.-based efforts. The firm is a major Hollywood player, representing A-list talent and leading entertainment projects.
The firm is working alongside the Sussexes' internal team, which includes LIam Maguire, their U.K. and Europe director of communications, w ho remains in his role and has primarily overseen Prince Harry's communications. (Read the entire article here.)
This is what Sunshine Sachs (SS) says they can do for you: "In today's quickly changing media and digital landscape, there is no one way to tell your story. It doesn't have to be a million-dollar idea (but we have those too!) - it can be a well-timed social post or a small, simple connection. We use data and trend forecasting to help our clients connect with their audiences through bold and creative storytelling." Read more about Sunshine Sachs here.
I'd say SS earned their money this week. Did Harry and Meghan get their money's worth? Maybe. Were they pleased, even thrilled, by the article, and the timing? Probably, but overall I can't imagine it changed anything for them, and it may have royally pissed off the people around Charles, Camilla, William and Catherine, if not the actual royals themselves. The state visit was considered to be a royal triumph and by Wednesday evening, the Harry and Meghan story was completely gone from the people.com homepage, which tells us that other stories were getting more clicks. Would the story make readers rush to the As ever website to buy overpriced candles and jam? Would an event planner somewhere decide that they should pay low six figures to have Harry come and give a speech? Is Prince William saying to himself, wow, I forgot how wonderful my brother and sister-in-law are, let's get them back right away? No, probably not, and don't make me laugh.
Anyway, this is the article, in its entirety:
In January 2020, at what became known as the Sandringham Summit, Queen Elizabeth drew a firm line. After intense talks about what the future would look like for Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, the answer was clear: There would be no "half in, half out" role. They could not remain working members of the royal family while pursuing independent, income-generating ventures. The couple would step back--fully.
When the Queen publicly confirmed the decision, making clear it was "not possible" for them to continue with the responsibilities that come with a life of public service outside the institution, Harry, 41, and Meghan, 44, pushed back with a statement of their own: "We can all live a life of service. Service is universal."
Sunday, April 19, 2026
More about Harry and Meghan in Australia
According to Wikipedia: "Tessa Dunlop is a Scottish historian and broadcaster. She has written several history books based on oral histosry, and presented history programmes for the BBC, Channel 4, Discovery Channel, UKTV History and the History Channel."
This is her take on Harry and Meghan's place in the world, published in The Independant on Friday, before Meghan's appearance at the Her Best Life retreat in Sydney.
Meghan says she was ‘most trolled person’ in the world
It was all going so well. A
curated couple in matching beige wowing a carefully selected crowd in
Australia with a heady mix of celebrity and charity. “Just call me Meg,”
insisted the duchess on the first day. Apparently, the penny had dropped, Meghan finally understood that on a not “royal” tour
she can’t stand on ceremony. Sick children smiled, and dear Haz gladhanded at a
veteran’s museum with abundant charisma. Hurrah, the House of Montecito are
here! Day one of their Australian tour was a surprising
slam-dunk for brand Sussex.
So where did it all
go wrong?
Yesterday the headlines curdled, the temperature rose, and
by all accounts, it is not just Brits who are furious. How dare the Sussexes inflict a
“faux royal tour” on Australians already unable to decide which side of the
monarchy line they sit. For Harry and Meghan to re-enter such a fragile
ecosystem was always going to be risky. Having enjoyed a full-fat royal visit
to Australia in 2018 to universal acclaim, the stakes were high.
If these days the couple are no longer part of the monarchy,
then what are they exactly? Cosplaying royals? Profiteering celebrities? Do they bat for Team America? Or just
Team Sussex? How to square the circle of a touring prince who is
not a working prince but who is still a prince? It is a challenging question,
and one Harry proved unable to answer.
Cue the Duke at a lectern intoning to a room of Australian
business leaders: “After my mum died just before my 13th birthday – I was like
‘I don’t want this job. I don’t want this role – wherever this is headed, I
don’t like it.” Here, you are forgiven for asking, “if you didn’t like the job
Harry, why have you replicated that same job on a repeat tour in a
constitutional monarchy?”
Miles from home, in a challenging landscape, blinded by his
own privilege, and never a great thinker, the giant contradiction at the heart
of the Duke’s angry thesis roared to the surface once more, breaking the hearts
of monarchists and serving red meat to republicans. If only Harry and Meghan
could acknowledge that their lives are gilded in exorbitant privilege thanks to
their intersection with monarchy, a hangover which they wear daily: their
titles, their inherited jewels, their well-documented royal back story.
Instead, they lament their former difficulties while replicating much of their
former lives. Argh! Cue more of the very same trolls that Meghan claims she ran
away from when she left the House of Windsor. Make it make sense!
For those of us who long to move the script forward, this is
more than cognitive dissonance; it is a reminder of why the Sussexes have
ultimately set back the cause of much-needed reform in the institution of
monarchy. Their truth-to-power departure in 2020 was a potential moment of
reckoning for the House of Windsor. A chance to open up the doors and let in
the light, to root out cronyism, encourage financial transparency and lean into
a new democratic age.
Harry is an uncomfortable reminder of why our working royals
are tightly scripted, who say it best when they say virtually nothing at all
But six years on, the self-involved, repetitive woes of
Harry have failed to move the dial towards progress. There is no fresh new
narrative, or alternative model. Harry continues to operate in the royal mould;
he is still platformed thanks to his extraordinary start in life, as he sashays
around the world, resting on his blue-blooded laurels. The only difference is
that nowadays the Duke is paid with private money, not through the public
purse. He has to sing for his supper, with tickets to hear Harry talk about his
dislike of royal life selling for a cool AU$997.
“So what?” you may well think. Better to be remunerated openly and honestly for a speaking gig than to acquire money through extraneous, illicit means. The problem is that Harry, operating off piste with nothing new to say bar a few more parenting observations, tells us that when let out of their royal cage, princes are just a self-involved version of ordinary.
His series of banal utterances merely serves to further diminish the once transcendent glamour of monarchy. In short, Harry is an uncomfortable reminder of why our working royals are tightly scripted, who say it best when they say virtually nothing at all. The King’s much-anticipated speech to Congress in a couple of weeks is a case in point – brains in the Foreign Office are no doubt already fine-tuning their platitudes. In contrast, the Duke, with an unscripted surround-sound of his own making, doesn’t stand a chance.
The upshot isn’t only a downgrade for the Sussexes, it
tarnishes the entire royal edifice. Once upon a time in 2018, the couple were a
smash hit in Australia – a unifying national glue that spread the love from one
continent to another – we basked in the reflective glory of our monarchy and
Australia’s monarchy too! How times have changed.
These days, Harry and Meghan are working for themselves,
Britain is out of the picture, and Australia in a sulk. The cost of security
has proved divisive (a petition against that burden numbers tens of thousands
of signatures). The country struggles to acknowledge the fantastic free advert
the pair have bestowed upon their great nation – sunlit Australia is all over
the international news. No matter, nowadays, split in two, the royal family no
longer encourages international unity, but rather feeds echo chambers and angry
silos looking for something to rage against.
If Harry and Meghan stand for a nepo-baby new age opulence,
our old school working royals have been pushed further into a once green and
pleasant land now occupied by flag-waving, rigid little Englanders who won’t
tolerate change or criticism of any kind. Next stop America for a state visit
with a warlord leader of the once free world – the optics that come with a
president who professes to love the King, but loathes the Pope will prove
uncomfortable to say the least.
Gone are the days when the monarchy offered an alternative
to a brace of strongmen operating with impunity. Instead, the option is a
them-or-us version of royalty. And the posturing of the Sussexes this week has
further diminished a unique national feature that once helped us feel good
about ourselves. The problem is personified by Meghan, who looked every bit the
Duchess at a lunch for the homeless in Melbourne, her slender wrist adorned
with Diana’s Cartier watch, and her neat frame showcasing a dress by Karen Gee,
an Australian designer. But without the bulwark of the British state and the
protection of the palace walls to conveniently buffet away awkward questions,
who and what is it all for? An Instagram moment? A paycheque? Or a calling?
And if we ask those questions of Meghan and Harry, then it
is only fair we ask them of William and Kate, of the King and Queen. By pulling
at the royal tapestry one stitch at a time, the danger is the whole facade
starts to fray. Arguably, it already has. These days, Meghan and Harry are just
a sideshow, a harbinger of what could come as less deferential generations push
forward and demand value for money and transparency from an institution rocked
by a curious cocktail of Epstein-induced scandals and family feuds.
Perhaps the monarchists among us are hoping for too much when we pray for a reconciliation that will take the sting out of the Sussexes’ showboating and help redeem the embattled working royals. While it may be the stuff of nightmares for Kate and William, if silver linings are what you are looking for, the optimists believe the couple’s joint tour of Australia is a dummy run for a return to Britain this summer. If that’s the case, as a conciliatory gesture, perhaps the King could lend Harry his speech writer?
"My Trauma, My Truth, My Merch"
It's Sunday morning and the Duke and Duchess of Sussex have been back in the U.S. for about 24 hours. Their quasi-royal tour of Australia is still big news, however, and most of what I've seen is not positive for Harry and Meghan. The Sunday Times of London has some thoughts, in an article titled "Harry and Meghan's Australia tour--my trauma, my truth, my merch," and subtitled "The Duke and Duchess of Sussex's quasi-royal trip is about profit, not philanthropy," ouch. This is the article in its entirety:
The late Queen Elizbeth's judgment looks sounder by the day. Early in 2020, her grandson proposed that he and his new wife switch to a "half in, half out" role. They would remain part-time working royals, Harry suggested, while also being free to pursue money-making opportunities. This "hokey-cokey" arrangement, also known as having your cake and eating it, was emphatically, correctly and inevitably (given her finely tuned appreciation of how the institution she headed should behave) rejected by the Queen.
Supremely miffed, the Duke and Duchess of Sussex promptly decamped to California. Yet, as has become apparent, most recently on their quasi-royal progress around Australia, the couple have not abandoned their favoured portfolio option. No royal approval? No matter! Harry and Meghan seem happy to proceed with royal disapproval, or more specifically royal dismay, from the King and royal disgust from the Prince of Wales.
Never mind "call me Meg". Harry and his wife freely use their titles in their business ventures and insist on titles for their children. Their schedule Down Under has been characterised by a blend of emotive endorsements of good causes, leisure and leveraging their fame to make money. Meghan was interviewed on stage at an event in Sydney for which guests were charged £1693 a ticket. She has been plugging her lifestyle brand and podcast. Details of the clothes she has worn to philanthropic events have been posted on a style platform in which she has invested, with links for fans to buy the outfits. She has also filmed an episode as a guest judge on MasterChef Australia, rebooting her celebrity career.
This trip looks like the shape of things to come, a combination of "my trauma", "my truth" and "my merch". While this pitch may prove profitable, it will never be classy. Elizabeth made the right call.
"... the Sussexes must put a sock in it."
In a March 24 Substack post titled "Are the Windsors Underestimating the Sussex Problem?," Tina Brown suggested that the way to solve the Sussex Problem is to bring them back into the fold of the royal family:
Just how desperate does the House
of Windsor want Harry and Meghan to get? The royals and their advisers don’t
seem to see the iceberg looming from sunny Montecito. Distracted by the Andrew
Mountbatten-Windsor catastrophe, the palace remains in a perplexed haze about
one of the Andrew scandal’s less-discussed lessons: the perils to the monarchy
when peripheral royals hang out with the uber-rich and start to consider
themselves, by comparison, broke.
Not that there is anything about
Harry and Meghan’s cacophony of blown opportunities that resembles the
disgraced Andrew’s cascade of dissolute transgressions or Sarah Ferguson’s
heinous groveling to their pedo pal Jeffrey Epstein. But look in the crystal
ball, people. Bad enough that Spotify bailed on the Sussexes and Netflix failed
to renew their 2020 $100-million deal. Now, the streamer has put a fork in
Meghan’s basted turkey, With Love, Meghan, and cut loose her
domestic-goddess home products spin-off after a mortifying eleven months
(leaving a $10-million pile-up of tea, baking mix, and strawberry jam), the
Sussexes’ revenue streams are starting to dry up. They will soon be heading for
that hinterland of freebie hell that draws them further and further into cheesy
commercial gigs, or worse, toward dubious, transactional acquaintances willing
to underwrite their faux-royal lifestyle and their astronomical security costs.
Their upcoming trip to Australia where Meghan will appear as the up-close star
attraction at a paid “girls weekend,” hosted by the podcast Her Best
Life in the ballroom of the InterContinental Hotel at Sydney’s Coogee
Beach, has the whiff of Fergie’s post-divorce money-making schemes. (Remember
the rogue redhead’s early aughts contract with Wedgwood to flog fancy table
settings under the fluorescent lights of mid-market American shopping malls?)
Potential reputational hazards to
the Sussexes lurk in the dreaded moral pitfall of wanting to fly private. On
their 2024 DIY royal tour of Nigeria to promote Harry’s Invictus Games,
Meghan’s refusal to fly by military transport meant the couple availed themselves
of a small plane supplied by the Nigerian big shot Allen Onyema. Without palace
advisers to brief them, Harry and Meghan seemed unaware that Onyema was wanted
in the U.S. on charges of money laundering. Sounds like just the kind of dodgy
dude Prince Andrew would have invited to a “straightforward shooting weekend.”
This piquant revelation comes from
the British investigative journalist Tom Bower’s latest biographical
hit-job, Betrayal: Power, Deceit and the Fight for the Future of the
Royal Family, a 400-page forced march through the Sussexes’
post-Megxit fuckups. It’s what you would expect from Bower, a dour
scandal detective, whose more than 25 previous tomes are a bomb site of
reputations, from Robert Maxwell’s to David Beckham’s. He’s always been good at
turning up unforgettably damning details, like the one from Rebel
Prince, his 2018 biography of Prince Charles, which dropped that
amongst a convoy of personal effects the prince brought to his friends’ country
houses was his bespoke lavatory seat, a tidbit that may fall in the category of
“too good to check.” (I am told that, as recently as two years ago, in a
private discussion about press malfeasance, the king was still exasperated by
“that damned lavatory seat nonsense.”)
A new Bower news bomb is always
something of a publishing event in the UK. The best nuggets in Betrayal are
Meghan’s doomed ongoing efforts to project authenticity. In one Instagram
promotion of the “love language” of her jam, the duchess posted an image of her
daughter Lilibet’s hand “nearing a bubbling pot in her own kitchen that
supposedly contained her homemade spread. ‘Beautiful,’ says her daughter,
although As Ever jam was apparently manufactured 2,000 miles
away in Illinois.” For Meghan’s much-covered 2021 visit to a Harlem school to
read the students her platitudinous picture book The Bench, her
press aide arranged to have the classroom walls painted and the lighting
improved to make it look “more appealing.” Meghan is portrayed as a deluded
diva with an infallible belief in her own star-powered, misunderstood
specialness.
Bower’s Harry is a dazed,
distraught figure who stumbles around in a state of explosive chagrin. He is
outraged when Sophie Chandauka, the assertive chair of Sentebale, the Lesotho
charity started by a teenage Harry, presents him with a “brand audit” in 2024,
informing him that fifty organizations and donors believe he is now toxic to
Sentebale’s fundraising efforts. “People don’t want to be associated with your
Netflix shows, and especially not with Meghan,” she told him with a brutal
candor that must have been a first for the grandson of the queen. Harry was
stunned. Johnny Depp, he replied wonderingly, still attracts a lot of money,
despite the courtroom battles with his ex Amber Heard. Harry could not accept
that his own distraction, and the blowback of his scorched-earth memoir Spare played
a role in the implosion of Sentebale, despite his personal injection of $1.5
million. Ms. Chandauka is usually depicted in the tabs as a shrill saboteur who
weaponized her race and gender to drive Harry out. Here, she comes across as a
pragmatic businesswoman, vexed by the charity’s financial hemorrhaging and
determined to reposition Sentebale for potential donors “who don’t want your
victimhood. It can’t be Africans with a begging bowl.”
Juicy stuff, if true. The Sussexes
have blasted the book as “deranged conspiracy.” Missing from Bower’s litany of
failures is any empathy for the larger quandary of Harry and Meghan’s
predicament, which haunts, in varying degrees, all the “minor” royals, expected
to dutifully encircle the crown. The Windsor B-list is accustomed to a luxury
and a deference that everyone resents, but without the wherewithal or expertise
to pursue successful lives beyond the palace. If they try to do so, they are
accused of exploiting their royal status. But what else do they have to sell?
As one veteran courtier put it to me when I was writing The Palace
Papers, Harry “is a deeply caring person who wants to make a positive
difference. What he doesn’t understand is that the reason he’s getting to do
that is because he’s a royal prince.” If Meghan fantasizes that she’s a global
lifestyle guru with the following of a millennial Martha Stewart, it’s at least
in part because of the sheer size of the Netflix and Spotify checks that, once
upon a time, confirmed it.
I am told that the heir to the
throne, Prince William, is preoccupied with the built-in risk of
primogeniture’s cruelty. He is determined that his second- and third-born
children, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis, are well-prepared and
well-financed for independent lives and will not fall into the same cycle of
thwarted freedom. But what about his traitorous brother? The rupture with Harry
is bigger than a sibling feud. Before the Sussexes crash and burn, the House of
Windsor needs to put aside schadenfreude and grip the problem. Give Harry and
Meghan a limited international role. Cough up a turnkey pied-Ã -terre for them
in Buckingham Palace, where none of the rest of the family wants to live
anyway. Pay their damn UK security bill. (It won’t be a good look if Harry, a
veteran of two tours of Afghanistan, is taken out by a nutjob). In return, the
Sussexes must put a sock in it.
As for the press’s obsession with brotherly reconciliation and forgiveness, forget it. For 70 years, Queen Elizabeth II spent her reign smiling tightly at people she couldn’t stand.
