Here is a nice little article that may give hope:
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'Harry is neither Nazi sympathiser nor Holocaust-denier. He is, quite simply, 20'[/font]
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Cristina Odone
Sunday January 16, 2005
The Observer
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In 1979, the 20-year-old son of a prominent member of the British establishment was photographed goose-stepping down the high street in Oxford. The Sun splashed with the picture, the youth was attacked widely for his 'Nazi' behaviour, his father was given a tough time. [/font][font=Geneva,Arial,sans-serif]
Today, Jamie Sainsbury, whose father Tim had been one of Margaret Thatcher's ministers at the time of his 'march on Oxford', funds ground-breaking studies in family relations, countless environmental projects, and is the patron of some promising young artists. The indiscretion of his youth has been, if not forgotten, then certainly exonerated by his adult good works. [/font]
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It is a familiar pattern - boys whose boisterous behaviour gets them into trouble growing up into pillars of the community: think of St Augustine who stole pears from his neighbour's garden and then became a doctor of the church; or Winston Churchill whose boorish scrapes regularly embarrassed his MP father until he grew up into the statesman who led his nation in its darkest hour. [/font]
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History is littered with young asses who go on to make good. Prince Harry may be fond of the Marlboro Lights and the Jack Daniel's and hang out with ditzy girls, but he has hitherto shown no worrying Nazi sympathy. [/font]
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In fact, there is every reason to expect that he will grow into a Charles-like figure of clumsy well-meaning, a champion of the admirable Prince's Trust and a farmer of GM-free wheatgrass. A fine representative, in short, of tomorrow's establishment. [/font]
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That Harry chose to wear a swastika at a fancy-dress party speaks volumes about his immaturity and thoughtless ways. He certainly will have learnt at Eton what the swastika represented, but he simply couldn't work out for himself how offensive it would still be for a Jew, a German or a veteran to see it displayed on a young royal's sleeve. [/font]
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But then, when you're young, you are into fancy dress and outrageous behaviour rather than other people's painful legacy. For a 20-year-old undergraduate, 'history' has nothing living about it, and a Colonials and Natives fancy-dress theme just means a do where the girls wear skimpy outfits or see-through sarees. Harry couldn't recognise, in either the armband or the party theme, a potential minefield of excruciating errors of judgment. But then, neither would many other 20-year-olds. [/font]
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The Bullingdon in Oxford is an all-boys club whose membership consists of a small group of popular, wealthy young bloods who hold a notoriously drunken 12-course dinner each year. After one particular dinner ended up with the eighteenth-century furniture in Worcester college dining hall smashed, a young tutor called on the Bullingdon lot to be sent down. But the wisest head in the college, the late Harry Pitt, immediately quashed the proposal. [/font]
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Education, he said, should never include the humiliation of young idiots, for this simply fills them with resentment and stops their transformation into upstanding citizens. It might not have sounded like wisdom to the college staff who had to pick up the mess left behind by the Bullingdon boys, but many of those young idiots are now solid members of the community. [/font]
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Prince Harry will no doubt do the same. He is neither a Nazi sympathiser nor a Holocaust denier. He is, quite simply, 20. [/font]
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Older but not wiser
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The prince is not the only young person under attack. The tabloids overflow with stories of teenage binge drinking, teen mags with tales of the terrible spread of sexual disease or girls complaining about their bodies. Last week, the vice chancellor of Brunel urged other universities to start teaching their undergraduates morals, as plagiarism and cheating were, he believed, reaching epidemic proportions on campuses. Britons under 30, it is clear, are dissolute, depraved and devious. I wonder how they could have turned out so badly, when British adults are the number one consumers of alcohol in Europe; British women spend billions on cosmetic surgery and their magazines are stuffed with photos of anorexic models complaining that their 'bums look big in this'; programmes such as Desperate Housewives show that adulthood is boredom alleviated only by a romp with the gardener; and porn sites get millions of hits per day. As for plagiarism and cheating, there are journalists who have been outed as both and yet retain their posts. Grown-ups, it would seem, are not the picture of perfection they would like us to think. In fact, they are no better than their children. [/font]
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The rich are indifferent
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Veroniks Borovik-Khilchevskaya runs a successful media empire in Moscow. Although she is not in good odour with the Kremlin, the sophisticated Russian counts some of the country's richest citizens among her inner circle. She told me this caused her a bit of a headache before Christmas, as she didn't know what presents to buy for those who have everything. But at Moscow's exclusive Vernissage shop, they had just the thing: a suitcase especially designed for slippers worn on private jets. At least her friends were properly enthusiastic. Here in London, the uTRFa rich can't get excited about anything. At a party to launch Panerai watches, toffs such as Lisa B and Anton Bilton, Rose Windsor and Francesca Versace were handed a key at the end of the party and told that anyone whose key opened a particular cabinet at the Panerai shop would win a watch. The prize was worth several thousand pounds and the group I was with lost no time in rushing to the west London store to try out our keys. But the moneyed guests didn't budge and, a month later, no one has bothered to claim their prize. The rich are not only different, they are indifferent. [/font]