I
regret to say I laughed out loud when I read that line from the new
book “Finding Freedom” which claims to be the REAL story about why Harry
and his wife Meghan quit the Royals and Britain.
Barely a week goes by without them whining about something or suing people.
They’ve become serial victims, intent on painting themselves as the most hard-done-by people on God’s earth.
Yet
the more they complain, as the rest of the world struggles with the
very real hell of the worst pandemic for 100 years, the more they expose
themselves as a pair of appallingly bitter, staggeringly self-obsessed,
utterly deluded, and woefully tone-deaf laughing stocks.
The title of the book alone has made me shake my head ever since it was announced.
It
is obviously derived from Nelson Mandela’s autobiography ‘Long Walk To
Freedom’ which is one of the most powerful books ever written about
regaining liberty.
But any comparison between Mandela and the Sussexes is frankly a sick joke.
For
18 of his 27 years behind bars, South Africa’s most iconic leader was
housed in an 8ft-by-7ft concrete cell on Robben Island with only a straw
mat to sleep on. He had an iron bucket for a toilet, thin blankets for
his bed, and allowed one visitor a year. He couldn’t even attend the
funerals of his mother and son.
Every day, Mandela would work in a lime quarry, breaking stones as armed guards watched over him.
So, the freedom he experienced when he finally got out of prison was a very real and visceral one.
Harry and Meghan’s experience in captivity has been slightly less oppressive.
After
a sumptuous wedding that was rapturously received around the world,
they lived in a palatial taxpayer-funded royal home, were waited on by
teams of servants, flew around in private jets, and attended glitzy
movie premieres where they were cheered by screaming fans.
But it wasn’t enough.
Stung
by a series of perceived slights by other members of the royal family
and palace courtiers, and repeated media criticism of hypocrisy based on
their undeniably hypocritical behavior, they began to see this gilded
life of unimaginable luxury and privilege as a ‘prison’.
In
their eyes, they had become Nelson Mandela, the victims of a terrible
miscarriage of justice now trapped in a world of unending misery.
So,
they broke ‘free’, dramatically announcing in early January that they
were quitting the royals, and Britain, and heading off for a new life in
America where they could be the people they wanted to be and lead the
lives they wanted to lead.
There was just one problem.
Unlike
Mandela, who emerged from his very real prison with extraordinary
positivity, an astonishing lack of bitterness, and an intense desire to
unify not divide, the Sussexes seem even more unhappy now than they were
before and intent on causing as much division as possible.
This
new book, clearly written with their approval and with enough private
details to establish that a lot of it came directly from the horses’
mouths, was supposed to ‘set the record straight’.
We would all apparently read it, understand how badly treated they were, and sympathize enormously.
In fact, the opposite has happened.
The extracts published in various newspapers have only shown us just how pathetically self-pitying Harry and Meghan have become.
This was a couple who had it all - but threw it away in a massive fit of ego-driven pique.
The
sheer scale of their narcissism is astonishing, and at the heart of it
lies one stunning fact: they genuinely couldn’t understand why William
and Kate, the future King and Queen, got preferential treatment to them.
Time after time in the book, this seething resentment re-emerges and it explains everything.
For
a couple so low down the Throne Succession cab rank, the Sussexes have
delusions of grandeur and importance on a breath-taking scale.
They also have no sense of self-awareness.
In the book, Harry and Meghan, always so
angry at media intrusion into their family’s life, have stuck the knife
into his family in spectacular fashion.
Harry
whacks his brother Prince William for being a snob and his father
Prince Charles for being thoughtless, while Meghan whacks her
sister-in-law Kate, the Duchess of Cambridge, for being cold and
insensitive towards her.
They
repeatedly accuse the whole Royal family, presumably including the
Queen, of ignoring their desperate plight, despite, as they laughably
claim, them single-handedly leading the royals to supposedly
unprecedented heights of global popularity.
The
fact this garbage is being spewed after the Queen, Charles, William and
Kate have spent months comforting the British people in remarkably
empathetic and impressive fashion during the crisis, is even more
grating.
The deeply intrusive revelations go on, page after page.
Of
course, the comical irony of the approved publication of all this
‘setting the record straight’ private information is that most of it
confirms myriad newspaper stories that we were previously assured were
‘media lies’.
There are other little snippets in the book that blast off the page like bombs.
Meghan,
we’re told, used to tip off the paparazzi about her movements in
Toronto where she filmed her TV show Suits. One of them even had her
phone number.
Oh, and she would leak stories to the press to promote herself.
When
I read this, I thought immediately of the way she has so heartlessly
disowned her father Thomas for naively colluding with the paparazzi to
promote himself in the run-up to her wedding.
And for her furiously worded lawsuit against unknown paparazzi last week for their alleged intrusion into their Hollywood life.
It’s clearly one rule for Meghan when it comes to such media-appeasing behavior, another for even her dad.
As with so much that surrounds the Duchess’s conduct, the hypocrisy is stunning.
But what’s even more repellent is her totally delusional victimhood.
‘I gave up my entire life for this family,’ whines Meghan in the book.
No
luv, you gave up precisely three years for this family, then stole away
Britain’s favorite Prince to Hollywood where you’re now complaining
even more than you were before.
As for
‘hostage’ Harry, he’s becoming a tragic figure. It’s getting to the
stage where his former army mates may want to fly over to Los Angeles to
carry out an extraction operation and save him from himself.
If this book is supposed to be the pro Meghan and Harry one, I’d hate to see a hatchet job.
They come out of it as the world’s most
self-centered couple, bleating away about their ghastly lives living in
TV star Tyler Perry’s $20 million Hollywood mansion, and seemingly
oblivious to the fact that hundreds of thousands of people have died
from the coronavirus and tens of millions more have lost their jobs.
The struggle for much of the planet right now is very, very real.
Just as it was for Nelson Mandela for 27 years.
Meghan
and Harry’s only struggle is to work out each day which of their latest
borrowed lavish home’s twelve bathrooms they want to luxuriate in
before they bravely appear on those creepy videos to lecture us all
about equality and hardship.
I think
what most of us would like now is to find freedom from this ridiculous
pair’s incessantly negative, miserably, angry whining.
