In case y’all haven’t heard by now, Prince Harry recently proposed to Suits actress Meghan Markle, making her the first Black — excuse me — mixed-race woman to marry into the British royal family. Of course, when this was first announced, Black Twitter went nuts.
And I can kind of see why because, well, let’s be real: The irony that a woman of color is marrying into a thousand-year-old monarchy comprised of THEE most colorless bloodline on the planet is just too obvious to ignore. I even chimed in on the fun for kicks and giggles:
(Even though technically she’ll be a duchess, but y’all get my point.)
But then folk started taking it a little too far. I was on IG one day when I happened to scroll past this tomfoolery:
Good Morning America, good night with this headline. Thank God Black Twitter dragged enough sense into y’all to change it. Y’all must’ve forgot we had Barack and Michelle Obama as THE PRESIDENT AND FIRST LADY OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA for eight years in a row. Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are cute and all, but they ain’t no Barack and Michelle. The fact that a Black woman even took the time to write this piece makes it even more disappointing. Like, who from the Black Girl Magic Coalition asked you to speak for us? WHO ASKED YOU, SIS?!
Is it a tiny bit refreshing to know that the British royal family will soon be getting a dose of melanin magic in their bloodline? Yes. Does knowing Prince Harry’s future mother-in-law is a Black, natural-haired woman give me the tiniest ounce of petty satisfaction? Yes. But I wouldn’t say that seeing a Black — sorry — mixed-race woman marrying British royalty gives me “hope”. Hope for what exactly? That a Black woman can be pursued, courted and loved by a decent man, as she rightfully should be? Or perhaps hope that we, too, are worthy and capable of marrying and becoming royalty? Um, newsflash! WE ARE ROYALTY. In case y’all forgot.
All I really hope comes of this is that Meghan asks Beyoncé to sing at the royal wedding. And that she makes a special request for her mom to make greens, mac & cheese and yams (assuming her mom can cook) to be served at the reception. And that all the hype over this engagement inspires Disney to write another movie starring a Black princess — one that doesn’t involve her turning into a reptile for the majority of the film before finally getting her crown.