What is really remarkable is not that CBS showed these images but that these images have not been shown before, that for seven years we have been satisfied with the "discretion" of the mangled Merc in the "tunnel of death," as empty as her womb (according to the doctor who famously testified at the British inquest that she wasn't pregnant). Part of the reason why there are so many conspiracy theories is because people don't want to let go of Diana or her "secret life."
Diana, queen of the English-gossiping world in the last two decades of the 20th century, the celebrity princess, was anything but discreet herself (CBS was responding to rival NBC's recent airing of tapes recorded by the princess talking about her marriage and confrontation with Camilla Parker Bowles in the early '90s). Her life was a series of revelations, ever more dramatic and orchestrated, which left the British monarchy looking rather like her last ride. But this was part of the disavowal of her death that was engaged back in 1997. It was the paparazzi, you see, rather than our own appetite for her -- and her appetite for us -- that turned Diana the huntress into the hunted, and that ultimately killed her. "They" wouldn't leave her alone! "They" afforded her no privacy! "They" hounded her to her death! "They" have no decency!
I remember standing with the crowds outside Westminster Abbey in the September sunshine in 1997 as the funeral service for Diana was being conducted. In the passion and the heat a lady fainted. One of the many news teams there began filming the collapsed woman. A posh middle-aged lady shouted out "Have you no decency at all! She's not well!" As one, we all bristled at the camera crew, who quickly fled. Satisfied, we all went back to the private business of crying in front of the myriad other TV cameras.
There was also much talk after her death about how "the boys" -- William and Harry -- would not be exposed to the same treatment. And out of "respect to Diana" or rather the public outcry/self-disgust following her death, the boys have been off-limits for much of their adolescence. However, the boys are growing up (William is 21; Harry, 19), and the death of Diana and the collective guilt associated with it is receding into the past. Photos of William having his feet massaged at rugby matches by girlfriends and sharing ski lifts have made their way into the press despite protests from the palace. Most recently the world was ogling pictures of Prince William, heir to the throne, in snug Speedos at a water polo match.
The pictures are eerily reminiscent of some of the most famous images of Diana before her death -- snapped on al-Fayed's yacht in her bathing costume (allegedly after tipping the tabs off herself). Those shoulders, those long limbs, those cheekbones, those flashing teeth, that foggy, English, aristocratic skin. William is being offered to us by the media in almost as sexualized a fashion as his mother, even when taking part in something as innocent and boyish as a water polo match. Much discussion followed about whether tight Speedos and their "anti-grab" material flattered William or not -- and whether his wearing them would increase sales. The same Google search that listed these stories also provided a link to a posting on a gay Speedo fan Web site where, on the basis of the tiny picture, someone deduced with scientific precision that William is averagely endowed ("if not smaller -- though that may be an effect of temperature"). Tawdry, slightly pervy speculation this may be about the "crown jewels," but is it really so different from the more innuendo-based noises the respectable press had been full of?
Interestingly, CBS insisted that its pictures of dying Diana were "tasteful" and featured only her "head and shoulders." The program also featured the French doctor seen attending to Diana in the pictures, assuring us: "I can tell you her face was still beautiful. She didn't have any injuries on her face." This is both reassuring and slightly disappointing. You don't have to be J.G. Ballard to see that horror and glamour are closely intertwined. Celebrities tend to lead car-crash lives, and if they also happen to have car-crash deaths then who can blame us if we want to slow down and take a good look?