- 78 years old
- Date of birth: Feb 9, 1937
- Place of birth:
Richmond, Virginia, United States
- Date of passing: Feb 14, 2015
- Place of passing:
Boston, Massachusetts, United States
|He was a passionate activist for social justice for all.|
This memorial website was created in memory of Aubrey Neblett Brown III. Please share your memories, photos, videos, and other documents for Aubrey's family and friends.
"I met Aubrey when he was in his early 30's, coming to see me as a cardiologist for a heart rhythm issue. He told me he was a coal miner and he was dressed in blue coveralls and he spoke slowly and deliberately. I took that description at face value and finding a weak heart muscle in addition to an arrhythmia, I continued to follow him for the next several years, seeing him every few months. He always wore those blue coveralls but something about his deliberate speech and the precision of his questions led me to tell my wife that in another life and with more education, this coal miner might have been a college professor. After seeing Aubrey for about 6 years and never having an inkling he had any more education than any other coal miner that I treated (and none had college educations), on one occasion he had a question after the visit and he poked his head into my office, the first time he had seen my office as I customarily only saw patients in the exam rooms. On the back wall were certificates from college, med school, etc.
Suddenly a broad grin appeared on his face that did not immediately fade and he said after a minute or so, "I see you went to Davidson College." Yes, I added, wondering what he might know about Davidson. "Some members of my family went to Davidson," he added, still smiling.
"I was the black sheep of the family" (confirming my suspicions at that point for my West Virginia coalminers in blue coveralls), and then he turned and started out the door, adding over his shoulder as he turned the handle on the door into the waiting room, "I went to Harvard."
It took me a few minutes to pick my chin up from the floor, I was so flabbergasted, but delightfully so as I began to unravel the complexities that made up Aubrey Brown and subsequently learn of his many gifts and dedication to helping those less fortunate."
"A client. A humble man. A kind man. Memorable in so many ways."
"That laugh.... that smile....
"I've been thinking about you a lot lately, Aubrey. I love you and miss you greatly!"
"I found Aubrey to be a very humble man and a loving grandfather."
"For some reason this morning I am most remembering my dad's playful side. Like playing sardines, which is basically hide and seek except that when you find someone hiding, you then have to squeeze into the hiding place with them. He always picked the most ridiculous, logic-defying spots, like the second shelf of the pantry. And the absurdity of trying to stifle our giggles as he, my brother, and I squeezed into this tiny space to await my mom's discovering us. How the shelf supported us, I do not know."
"I miss you Aubrey.
"The U. S. Ambassador to Nigeria, (I think his name was Palmer) invited our newly (1961) arrived Peace Corps volunteers to a reception at the embassy--Aubrey challenged him to guarantee us that there was no CIA involvement in the Peace Corps in Nigeria. The Ambassador just about shit as he tried to bluff his answer past us. Aubrey and the bumbling ambassador opened my eyes.
In Nigeria, Several of us played some slightly? drunken early morning basketball games, in which Aubrey's brawn served him well. He was so smart and well educated, that while we were driving somewhere in Nigeria and at my request, he gave me a brief history of the Kings and Queens of England.
I met up with Aubrey twice after the Peace Corps. Once when He was active, as was I, in the Committee of Returned Volunteers (CRV). CRV’s one purpose was to work toward ending the Vietnam War.
The other time was when he lived in Raleigh County, West Virginia, about 60 miles south of where I lived. He was an underground coal miner working on politically educating the other miners.
He was brilliant and dedicated to his truths. He was one of those unique people who have amazed me. And in Nigeria, under the influence of some beer, he walked on his hands--probably didn't need the beer."
"This is such a lovely tribute, such a lovely man. I look forward to working with this more closely and also (hopefully) I can contribute as well. Thanks so very much."
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