Late in the evening, September 7, 1996, Tupac Shakur was ambushed in a drive-by and shot four times. After several surgeries, Tupac finally died on the afternoon of September 13. The obituary in the German magazine Der Spiegel for Tupac did not mince words about his activities.
Tupac sang in all his songs about the vindictiveness and brutality of the Ghetto. Anyone who
challenged him had to reckon on retribution. Now he has fallen victim to the very lifestyle he
celebrated in his raps.
Der Spiegel wrote that someone had already shot Tupac once before, an event he recounts in his rap, "Only God Can Judge Me."
I call the nurse 'cause it hurts to reminisce. How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss.
Somebody tell me where to go from here. . . .
Try to remember, but it hurts. . . .
As we dream in a paranoid state,
And our fate is a lifetime of hate.
My belief is that the principal problem for Blacks is a disintegrating value-system caused by the loss of fundamental self-respect. Black-Americans are under-utilized, under-developed, and oversold. The gap between the selling price and the core value diminishes their sense of self-worth.
I want so much for Blacks to recover self-respect with nationhood, but how can they do that if they have never learned to lead. They don't even have a political party. They funnel all their concerns through White institutions.