Under the Black Flag

Never Be Royals

Had she claimed to be 100-percent African-American, or to be a lesbian, transgender, or simply bisexual, the adoration would have been even more pronounced.  If she had a criminal record, the perverse New York Times would have gone bananas, praising her to the skies.  Not to mention the British politically correct media, like the BBC, which would have groveled in ways that would have shamed Uriah Heep.

Alas, she is only 50-percent black, divorced only once, and three years older than the 33-year-old groom.  The future Princess Harry of Wales, or Duchess of Oxford, as some royal tipsters are predicting, is still plain Miss Meghan Markle, an American gal who until recently was a small-time actress who appeared in something called Suits.  Personally, I had never heard of her until I stopped in London late last year before Buckingham Palace had made the announcement that Harry, fifth in line to the throne, was to marry MM.  A couple of upper-class friends with what the Brits call handles to their names (titles) said that there was no way a woman of her background would be accepted as a royal.  Then came the announcement, and newspapers and the BBC reverted to type.  They bowed low, very low, to political correctness and announced that there is nothing better in the whole wide world than a divorced small-time actress of mixed blood, with a drug dealer in the family to boot.


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