There is a temptation, as the United States marks its semiquincentennial, to imagine history repeating itself with comforting symmetry.
A British monarch will cross the Atlantic. Crowds will gather. The familiar language of kinship — “our cousins,” “the mother country,” “the special relationship” — will be dusted off once again. It is an appealing tableau. It is also a fiction.
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