After 40 years in solitary confinement, activist Albert Woodfox tells his story of survival


My wrists were handcuffed to my waist by a leather strap. These restraints would become standard for me for decades to come. They walked me to a car and I got in. A captain next to me started elbowing me in my chest, face, and ribs. They drove me to a building just inside the front gate that housed the reception center and death row. Inside was a cellblock called closed cell restricted, or CCR: another name for solitary confinement. In the stairwell they beat me viciously. I couldn’t fight back or defend myself because of the restraints …

This was quite the read. While reading through Albert Woodfox's struggles, I was reminded of Jordan Peterson's 12 rules, and the importance of taking on as much responsibility as is bearable in order to find meaning in life. When a person spends 40 years in solitary confinement, it may seem impossible to be granted any responsibilities at all, but it can happen. Albert persevered where most men would have crumbled.