I set out at dawn. Her Majesty’s Prison Belmarsh is in the flat hinterland of south east London, a ribbon of walls and wire with no horizon. At what is called the visitors centre, I surrendered my passport, wallet, credit cards, medical cards, money, phone, keys, comb, pen, paper.--JP
Degrading, disgusting, despicable; Assange as Her Majesty's political plaything.
TS
Degrading, disgusting, despicable; Assange as Her Majesty's political plaything.
TS
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