I have scratched my head inside out—so much so that my clipped-to-the-finger-tip nails have gone raw and sore in the exercise—and yet remain at sea. If one craves so very much for privacy as to making no bones of having to part with an arm and leg to get it, then why ever go globally public, where there’s little else to do except whining, complaining and blaming?! Here I am referring to Meghan and Harry’s interview with talk-show Queen Bee, Oprah Winfrey, aired on March 7th. Re-eally could anything be more in public face than making a grand appearance to opera-istically sing one’s heart out on `Oprah’. And as, has more prominently come to light in the past 20 days, speaking, as in airing disapproval and disappointment over the Royal Couple’s No-Holds-Barred talkathon, then be ready to be branded a racist…to be pelted with stones prior to which, eggs are thrown your way. For the stones to stick, perhaps…freedom of voicing an opinion, now tantamounting to racism if the standpoint or stance pertains to a person who is not `White’. In other words, presenting a point of view which does not sit well with somebody who is of black or brown or daresay, purple descent then prepare to be twitter fodder, the recipient of a tirade of clunkily worded messages that some years back—before the social media handle jumped into the driver’s seat steering our lives in every direction—would go by the name, `hate-mail’. The Duke and Duchess of Sussex decided to `step down as working members of the Royal Family’ in early January of 2020, not quite two years after their Wedding Royale on May 19th, 2018. Fine. The reason they cited or Prince Harry, for the most, promptly taking the mike, playing spokesperson for the Missus and himself were: need to move on, away, to be far from the public gaze, the ever-present Press, to swim out of the fish bowl for finally being able to surf the oceans, to be able to make a living of their own, cutting the umblical chord with the Royal Purse. Fine one said, while in the same breath wondering over this expeditious decision, given that well up to now Harry seemed pretty comfy playing Prince. So off the couple go with Baby Archie or was the bonnie baby already across the Atlantic, sent as an `advance party’ out of the United Kingdom?! (Don’t quite recall, but the point is not whether the newly-weds leapt over the pond with Baby Archie in their arms or not.) Shall come to what the point is, in a while. Aah yes, here did not think it was necessary to mention that the then 38-year old Meghan Markle was of mixed race, her father White and mother, an African-American, since everyone knew so, and her lineage was freely marketed. Like a trump card, if you ask me. As this pen glides by, I can quite already feel guns trained on me. However, I determinedly stick to my guns. The pair announced retreat from their Royal duties on Instagram taking the Palace aback. Now, would not Commoners, like me and you, make known to their family— to Mä, Pa, Grandparents, brother etc. that we have decided to move out of the house, because of `this’ disgruntlement or `that’ displeasure or simply because they—with love intact for the clan—wanted to branch out on their own, or would we go to Instagram, making public, reasons for moving to pastures new?! There is, is there not, a protocol in every family?! Not one that comes with a Royal Seal, right?! So why, in Heaven’s would one let the family come to know
Hollywood is just a stretch of a hand away from Harry & Meghan’s grasp, and yes, there’s plenty of fanfare there for them to reinvent themselves…
Dr Renée Ranchan writes on socio-psychological issues, quasi-political matters and concerns that touch us all