Why I Adore Princess Diana

And hated The Royal Family

Photo by Bjorn Pierre on Unsplash

Before I write my two cents, I want to thank Ruby Noir 😈for challenging me with these writing prompts and challenges. They are indeed a challenge. The last few weeks have been dark for me, so stepping out from under the dark cloud has been helpful for creativity.

Prompt: What do you think of the English Royal Family?

If their name isn’t Princess Diana of Wales, then I’m not interested in seeing, hearing, or reading what that family does or doesn’t make; a lot of blood money continues circulating throughout that family with people who look like me constantly paying the price.

Watching The Queen on Netflix confirmed what I believed about that family from the beginning; they are racist and snobby and care nothing about underserved communities. They’re out of touch with the current state of the world, and it pisses me off to see people licking their horse-shit-covered boats to “get a taste” of the royal family.

As much as I would like to blame “the family,” I must also question Princess Diana’s parents. They did a piss poor job of protecting her, and the family preyed upon her ignorance and lack of maturity to make bold decisions for her.

The relationship is rushed and fake, and Diana is the pawn in the drama. At eleven years old, I sat in front…