Having recently declared myself republican, I cannot help but wonder how many sentimentalists would support the monarchy just because they enjoyed The Crown.
I have enjoyed it enormously myself.
For the first time, I felt sorry for Mohammad Al-Fayed who came across as likeable. His tragedy was in wanting to be accepted by the British Royal Family too much. The more he wanted recognition by British institutions the more it slipped out of his tightly-squeezing fists. He bought Harrods just to impress the Queen.
His meeting with Princess Diana was very nicely done. Because the Queen could not bear to even meet and shake hands with him, she sent Diana as a consolation prize.
The rest, as we know, is history.
Many of the episodes centre on Diana's romances with non-white men. I am reliably informed by a black man from the ghetto who was a recipient of royal do-gooding towards black people when he was younger that she made rather naughty jokes about BBC to him when he was only a minor.
When he was asked by media what she had said to him, he refuse to divulge the embarrassing nature of her her exchange with him.
What does the story and life of Diana tell the British about themselves?
That they are prepared to crash and burn their country and civilisation for the sake of a silly unstable woman who had gotten above herself and begun to believe in fairy tales.
Why would grown men hand over their civilisation to the tender mercies of a silly and unstable woman drunk with her own power?
They cannot be any better than her.
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