There was very intimate article written about him in the New Yorker in which he actually smokes crack while being interviewed. Apparently he’d been struggling with addiction even whilst back in the studio recording new material. Sad story ending for a pioneer and one of the Godfathers of hip hop.
My favorite line by far in The Revolution… :
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkins strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
It so elegantly describes the frustrations with “working within the system” and has definite echoes of the Malcom vs Martin dichotomy.