Prince Harry Was A Little Boy
His mother was killed.
Wow the news is full of Prince Harry’s new book about his life. There are of course many opinions, and so many seem negative to me. As if we all have a right to judge. As usual, the stink of hypocrisy makes me back away from my laptop several times a day.
Why? Because Tales of Childhood Trauma are rampant on the World Wide Web. Which is a good thing, on the one hand, because light must be shed. People must be heard and believed.
But who are we to pretend we know the first thing about Harry’s life or the impact of his lived experiences?
I think anybody who has a complaint about Harry and how he has handled the worst tragedy a child can experience can just shut up right now, or else quit complaining about your own childhood trauma.
You can’t have it both ways.
Either you have managed to “rise above” your childhood trauma, or grown through it, or recovered from it; or you can leave Harry alone. And goodie for you.
He was a little boy. His mother was killed. He believed, as any child would, that she was not really dead. She had just escaped. If this does not touch your heart, I would argue that you don’t have one.
He lives in the Heir & Spare world, which I imagine not any of us have to endure…