- The Washington Times - Monday, October 8, 2007

Last week, a London court began pondering the vexed question of whether Diana, Princess of Wales was, ahem, murdered. There was so much public suspicion, declared the coroner, Lord Justice Scott Baker, that it was time for the rumors to be either “dispelled or substantiated.”

So who killed her? On the night of Diana’s death, there were apparently two top agents for MI6, the British secret service, on the loose in Paris, and possibly a third, if you believe Henri Paul, the chauffeur, was also on the spooks’ payroll. That’s the theory of Mohammed Fayed, Messr. Paul’s employer and father of the princess’ last boyfriend Dodi. Mr. Fayed asserts Diana at the time of her death was carrying Dodi’s baby, and thus the car crash was arranged because Buckingham Palace decided it would be unacceptable for Prince William, the future king, to have a Muslim step-brother, a Muslim stepdad, and a soon-to-be-Muslim mom.

The Princess of Wales’ fortuitous demise was, as Mr. Fayed puts it, “murder in the furtherance of a conspiracy by the Establishment, in particular His Royal Highness Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, who used the secret services to carry it out.” It is not thought His Royal Highness will be called to testify.

Look, I like a conspiracy theory as much as the next guy, and I’m entirely prepared to consider the possibility Di got whacked. But not because she was dating a Muslim. On hearing the news that the Princess’ new beau was a Mohammedan, the British establishment would have been more likely to pop the champagne than order up a hit team. One can easily picture the calculations: Excellent. Sums up the new Britain. A Muslim in the Royal Blended Family, just the kind of dynamic multicultural rebranding we need. Di will be a role model for Muslim women in northern England. Show the bloody Yanks a thing or two as well: Anyone can grow up to be president? Ha. In Britain, any old Muslim can grow up to join the Royal Family, and so on.

Seven decades ago, when King Edward VIII decided to marry Mrs. Simpson, soundings were taken round the Empire and His Majesty was apprised she was unacceptable to Australia because she was divorced and unacceptable to Canada because she was American.

But times change, and in the new Commonwealth the Princess of Wales would have been boffo in Britain because she was divorced and boffo in Malaysia because she was Muslim. She would have embodied so-called “Prada Islam” — the stylish sophisticated Euro-Muslims at ease with both sides of their identity. After years of cavorting with cavalry officers and other assorted chinless wonders from the English upper class, Diana had finally made a smart move. Tony Blair would have been kicking himself for not thinking of it first.

You see something similar in the persistent stream of e-mails from readers asking why I don’t refer to Sen. Barack Obama as “Barack Hussein Obama,” that being his full dress handle. The argument is that, if you use his middle name, people will realize he’s some sort of Indonesian madrassah alumnus and his numbers will head south.

Well, his numbers seem to be heading south without any help from me. My correspondents might be better advised to demand that I start referring to Hillary Saddam Clinton. But that’s not the reason I demur. Like Mr. Fayed, they’re mistaking a virtue for a liability. If the right were to start insisting that Mr. Obama is not the first African-American president-in-waiting but the first Islamo-African-American president-in-waiting, many progressive voters would merely say: Wow. Even cooler.

The senator surely knows that. When he was at school, he was known as Barry Obama, and were he concerned about excessive exoticness, that’s presumably what he would run as. But he’s not: He knows his market, and he has no reason to fake being a regular Joe (Biden).

He has now, ostentatiously if somewhat clumsily, announced the has foresworn the Stars-and-Stripes pins ubiquitous on politicians’ lapels these last six years. He said he felt it had become a “substitute” for “true patriotism.”

But you can’t help feeling that among his constituency in Democratic primaries the lapel flag just seems crass and squaresville. Too obvious. Stable democratic institutions sustained across the centuries are so rare on this planet that, if you live in one of the handful of countries that have them, it’s easy to get complacent, and then bored, and then to start looking elsewhere for something with a bit more kick.

That’s something else they know about in the House of Windsor. After all, there is not much point getting the Princess eliminated for going Muslim when the Prince of Wales himself has a roaring case of Islamofever. Though he will one day be, like his mother, Supreme Governor of the Church of England, he has had an “Islamic garden” built at his home, designed by the Muslim great-granddaughter of Herbert Asquith, the prime minister who took Britain into the Great War and thus ended the caliphate.

Ninety years later, Charles gives the impression he would far rather be a caliph than a king. He loves dressing up in Muslim garb. A couple of days after the terrorist attacks on America of September 11, 2001, for a dinner engagement with a sibling of Osama bin Laden, he got dolled up like a Saudi prince and amused the guests with droll cracks like, “So, what’s your brother doing these days?” On present course, he seems likelier to be crowned as the first emir of the United Kingdom.

National Review’s David Pryce-Jones made the point that, in persisting with his lurid accusations, Mohammed Fayed revealed how little he understands Britain: He has lived there for years, it has been good to him, he owns Harrod’s and the Paris Ritz and various other baubles. No big deal. He is one of many, many beneficiaries of Western openness to “the other.” And yet he has convinced himself that Buckingham Palace is so consumed by “Islamophobia” that the Queen’s husband dialed M, and M called in Moneypenny, and Moneypenny faxed 007, and a week later the Princess and her Islamostud are dead.

Reality is more humdrum: In multiculti Britain, everyone was indifferent to Di’s Muslim lover. Could have been a Hindu, could have been a Buddhist. Who cares? But instead Mr. Fayed has retreated into the paranoia and victim mentality that stunts so much of the Muslim world.

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