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.


September 30, 2022

Rolexes and Wealth

I remember the day my eighth-grade teacher arrived at school wearing his new wrist-watch. We saw this guy for the 180 days of the school-year and knew him pretty well--as well as anyone did. We noticed that, among his other mannerisms, he tended to look often at the watch during class. We thought he was keen to know the time on a regular basis. Now, I believe he was just admiring his new watch.

September 28, 2022

Family-life is not a Democracy

I ran into a problem yesterday when I returned to Germany. On my first evening, I wanted to slake my thirst for German beer, big-time! So I ordered a liter-serving right off the bat; but I knew I also wanted some wine and ordered a carafe of it, as well. Shamefully, I have to admit to not finishing either. I slaked my thirst, but had to leave some of it undrunk. I hate wasting anything, but I had work to do and wanted to operate on all my cylinders.

September 24, 2022

Violence in the Real

This article appeared last July in the Sunday edition of the Frankfurter Allgemeine newspaper, by the newspaper's expert on hip-hop music, Florentin Schuhmacher. He regards gangsta-rap, and its sub-genre Drill, as a legitimate art-form. He can understand the reservations that law enforcement, parents, and teachers have toward music that glorifies gang-life, describes the rush of killing one's enemies, the pleasure of drugs—as a source of wealth—and demeaning women; but Schumacher also says the police cannot simply censor it. They must distinguish between art and criminal acts, shooings, and robberies.

Lloyd Bowers


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