As of now, there is no credible evidence to support the claim that Princess Diana’s bodyguard has confessed to feigning memory loss to protect himself from threats related to the 1997 car accident. Trevor Rees-Jones, the bodyguard who survived the crash, has consistently maintained that he has limited recollection of the events due to the severe head injuries he sustained. In a 2008 testimony, he stated, “I have a memory of stopping at traffic lights and seeing a motorcycle on the right-hand side of the car… My memory then is of total confusion.”
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