I first met Charles Haddon-Cave when I was 15. I had walked into a kettle I had left to boil on the floor, and the boiling water had burnt all the skin off around my ankle, so I was sent to the Sanatorium until it grew back. He had something infectious. We chatted a bit to while away the time, and got to know each other. Neither of us knew much about Islam at the time; or indeed Christianity. Subsequently we both ended up studying law at university, and he went on to become a judge. Continue reading “The new ‘hate-laws’ require us to determine if Islam is a religion of peace; the judiciary is muddled; a comparison with Jesus helps.” →