Has Harry lost it?
I’ve been continuing to ponder Prince Harry’s PR woes laid bare in his BBC confessional. When you repeatedly cast yourself as the eternally wounded, misunderstood prince, the public doesn’t lean in with empathy, they switch off. Or worse, they roll their eyes and reach for the popcorn.
Harry isn’t losing because he’s being honest. He’s losing because he lacks smart tactical thinking. It’s not authenticity that’s hurting him, it’s predictability. It’s Route One PR—old-school, long-ball tactics. High on effort, low on creativity. Emotional honesty without strategic nous is just performance art for the tabloids.
His enemies aren’t attacking the substance; they’re exploiting his nativity. Every heartfelt nod and trembling eye becomes fodder for a soundbite-hungry world that doesn’t watch the whole interview—it just clicks the clip with the most pathos per pixel.
I said it before: the world doesn’t consume full content anymore. It consumes extraction. The media machine doesn’t need to twist his words, it just picks the juiciest line and runs it under a neon headline. It’s all emotion, zero context, and the clicks keep coming.
Meanwhile, the Palace remains icily silent They don’t need to kick the ball back. Their refusal to engage is the strategy. It suggests poise, distance, and a kind of regal “above it all” detachment that, frankly, makes Harry look like a man who’s spent his inheritance on therapy and wants the world to know.
And here’s the thing, he’s letting bitterness drive. That outpouring of emotion might feel cathartic, but it clouds judgement. Bitterness doesn’t build a legacy. It repels allies, invites ridicule, and fuels the very machine he’s trying to dismantle.
And it’s a shame, really. Because Harry—like his late mother, does understand connection. And yet there is evidence that he understands the emotional charge that can unite people across class and continent. Just look at the Invictus Games. That’s impact. That’s purpose. That’s resonance. In another universe, less shaped by West Coast media handlers and emotional oversharing, there’s a version of him that could have been a formidable asset to the Palace machine. Charisma, conscience, global reach, the raw materials are all there. But instead, we’re watching them combust in slow motion.
If he really wanted to shake the system, he’d do something unexpected. Go quiet. Align with causes that don’t scream damage control. Consider reinvention. Right now, he’s stuck in a holding pattern of public catharsis, and the crowd’s moved on.
In the battle for hearts, headlines, and history, it’s as if he’s trying to teach a pigeon to play chess, while the Palace looks on, saying nothing, letting him do all the wrong things really well.