Meghan & Harry on Oprah - My 100th Blog Post

I just watched the Meghan and Harry interview with Oprah. It was nice to see and hear their perspective on everything that's happened. The vile British media and racists will continue to condemn them on a daily basis, I'm sure. But that doesn't matter now. What matters is Meghan and Harry are happy. They can finally live their lives, be happy in the love they share, and take care of each other as a family.

I felt so bad for Meghan. 

I moved to the UK to be with my British husband way back in 2001. I too am a woman of mixed race. The culture shock alone that I suffered would have been unbearable if I'd been in her situation. I didn't marry into royalty, but I married into Britishness and I had no idea about the differences in culture at the time. 

Just a few months into my new marriage and new life in England things just fell out from beneath my feet. I was in a bad marriage and in a foreign country and all I wanted to do was go home. My husband at the time didn't understand the culture shock I was drowning under. He made matters worse by taking my struggles as an offence to him. He'd yell and scream at me daily. I ended up phoning my mother in tears every day.

The next time I was able to go home to the US for a visit I wanted to stay there. I had to push myself step by step onto the plane when I was due to fly back to England, and to my horrible husband. It made me feel physically sick.

That's why when I watched the Oprah interview I was so pleased at how much Harry loves Meghan and how much he was determined to help her.

But I did come back to England. I came back stronger. I divorced that guy and I thrived. Twenty years later and I'm still here. I absolutely love my life in Britain now. There are still ups and downs. Still racism shown. But summertime is lovely! And even though we are still in the throes of a pandemic, England is my home. I have my family here. I have friends.

And I'm sad that Meghan wasn't shown the good Britain I know exists. She went into the highest institution that's worlds away from my little life in the countryside. The British media crucified her and continues to do so. Why? For views. For money. To continue the racism that masses tend to glom onto when they feel it will give them a voice, rather than just being content with their status in life. The higher up in the echelons of society you go, the more you see that a lot of people want to be there too. They are incapable of being happy in themselves because of the British class system. They feel that if they side with the media they are siding with those in power, the upper class, and that enables them to feel a part of something in a higher class than themselves.

Which is totally meaningless when it comes down to it. They should just be happy in themselves and realise we all have our own huge worlds to be proud of. Or families and friends to cherish and take care of. Never mind what the royals are up to. If someone is in love, let them be. Isn't that what life is all about? Being happy. Finding happiness, whatever you have to do to help others achieve that, and to help yourself too.

So this is my 100th blog post. Although I've had many other blogs before this. I think I started blogging when blogger first came about and a friend of mine created a family blog. I then made a family blog of my own, it mutated into an expat blog about moving from the US to the UK, then it changed again to an atheist blog. After that it was a writing blog when I began writing novels. I remember that one was called Bang Out the Prose - Dash Off the Draft. 

And now I've got my personal blog about everything. All of the blog. I should have just used my nickname in the first place.