In his last six years of freedom, he thought more and more of his mother, Ruby Mable Hamlin, who died while he was in Angola. He called her his true hero. She was, he said, “functionally illiterate.” But, he added, “I never saw a look of defeat in her face no matter how hard things got. I grew into my mother’s wisdom. I carry it within me.” Albert Woodfox returns to his ancestors.
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Pour one out for the man tonight. I’m so glad he got to spend his last few years with family, esp bc I lost track of this story over the years-- I expected Woodfox to pass while in the pen. May he rest in mf power.