So, if you ever find yourself in South London, don’t bother visiting. You can’t. But you can drive past and wave—just don’t expect a wave back. Prosper is behind thick walls, likely reading books or staring at the ceiling.
In the end, this whole thing is a reminder that actions have consequences. Belmarsh isn’t a destination you want on your bucket list. It’s a place designed to keep society safe from people like him.
And here’s the uplifting part: Because of places like Belmarsh, the rest of us get to sleep at night. The justice system, for all its flaws, works to lock away threats. So, the next time you lock your front door, remember: there’s a guy in a concrete box in London who can’t hurt anyone anymore. And that? That’s a victory for the good guys.
So go ahead—smile a little. The bad guy is in a supermax prison, and you’re free to enjoy your dinner, watch a silly show, or call your mom (please do that, and hug her). Life’s good, my friend. Life is very, very good.
