Of all the things I learned from my visit to see Robinson yesterday morning at Belmarsh Prison in Woolwich, London, that detail was perhaps the most extraordinary: that a man convicted for the venial slip of ‘contempt of court’ should end up being given the same treatment as a vicious killer who ran over an off-duty soldier in broad daylight on a London street (a stone’s throw from Belmarsh Prison) and then nearly severed his head with a knife.
He had been held in solitary (again, for his own safety), with his window shut (because Islamist prisoners were throwing excrement through it).
Apart from regular visits from family, friends — and nosey hacks like me — what has kept him sane are the reams of correspondence he has been getting from well-wishers around the world.
I felt privileged to have been offered the chance to visit Robinson and break up the monotony of one of his prison days.
Safer for Robinson; safer for his family too.