40 story title
HALF
CASTE
free to
be me
W
hile I would never describe myself as a monarchist, I have a certain affection for the
Royal Family writes Jon Hill. Like a dotty old aunt, or a mad, senile granddad, there is
always a royal on hand to give those of us born post-blitz a hearty, if bewildered
chuckle. Princess Michael of Kent did the honours in July of this year, following up an incident
where she told a group of African American diners in New York to “go back to the colonies” with
an impassioned plea of innocence. She could not be racist, she countered, as she has lived
amongst the “adorable, special people” of Africa, even going so far as to dye her hair black and
attempt to go “undercover” as “a half-caste”. Gawd bless you ma’am.