In the annals of recent royal history, few narratives have unfolded with as much drama and tumult as the saga of Prince Harry’s departure from Britain. We (Americans) now find our country the official domicile of an entitled and disgruntled British Prince. Harry filed documents last week to say so. I’m already hearing rapturous cries from our British friends: ‘He’s yours now and good riddance.’ We already have Joe Biden flinging open our border to the masses. Now, to add insult to injury, we have a guy who has made unwelcome intrusions into our domestic politics, and seems to be having trouble with his visa application.

So, fine. Britain has had enough of its unhappy former golden boy. But here in America, we are not far behind in our feelings.

The Duke’s recent change of primary residence from the UK to the US, backdated to 29 June, 2023, (the Sussexes’ departure date from Frogmore Cottage) marks not only a physical relocation but a symbolic break from his family, nation, and heritage – none of which seems to preoccupy him. His decision, driven by purported safety concerns, seems more likely to be fuelled by anger, frustration and shame to the point where........

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