In all her 94 years, it might well have been the Queen’s wisest practice: No interviews.
Not once has the sovereign, even when a slip of a princess, ever sat down to explain herself, unburden herself or congratulate herself.
Just imagine if she could or would — spill nasty about the 14 prime ministers who’ve served during her reign; wield a wooden spoon to box her four children about the ears, all of whom have at times profoundly embarrassed the Crown, humiliated themselves and blamed Mummy for their failures (Anne far less); spew bitterness at media, at republicans, at an occasionally hostile nation.
Queen Elizabeth II would no more do that than stand on her head naked in Piccadilly Square.
Pity those she loves best have not shown similar restraint towards her and the monarchy — because the Queen is the monarchy, they are inseparable until death. Thus all the mud that has been slung during Sunday’s shock-a-block interview with Meghan and Harry and in the venomous commentary aftermath has splattered muck on Her Majesty as well.
The Queen indisputably loves Harry. Harry loves his granny. Even Meghan loves the Queen.
But you can’t love the sovereign and drive a dagger into her heart.
On Tuesday, the Queen — not Buckingham Palace — finally responded to l’affaire M&H, squaring up to the explosive contents of the couple’s tell-all with Oprah Winfrey, carefully crafted and almost in code.
“The whole family is saddened to learn the full extent of how challenging…
