Your morning

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Mr. Hope.

How are you?

I'm blessed, I'm blessed.

I'm sitting in a plastic chair inside the notorious Polanski unit in West Livingston, Texas, death row.

Across from me, a man named Robert Robertson.

We got a lot to talk about.

Yes, sir.

He's a big guy, more than six feet, wearing a white prison jumpsuit.

We're so close I could shake his hand,

if not for the pain of plexiglass between us.

On October 16th, 2025, Robert is scheduled to die by lethal injection.

How are you preparing for your own death, your own execution?

I'm at peace if it happens, but I'm not ready because I don't think I should be executed

when I'm innocent.

In 2003, a jury convicted Robert of murdering his two-year-old daughter, Nikki.

Prosecutors say the evidence is overwhelming.

Mr. Robertson took the life of his daughter.

And I just remember that cold face, and I look, and that poor little girl was just, she was dead.

Some in Nikki's family believe Roberts' date with death is long overdue.

This is his third execution date. It's time.

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