Tupac Shakur’s mother, Afeni Shakur, dies at age 69

TUPAC SHAKUR’S MOTHER, AFENI SHAKUR, DIES AT AGE 69

TUPAC SHAKUR MOTHER, AFENI SHAKUR DIES AT AGE 69

Tupac Shakur’s mother, Afeni Shakur, dies at age 69. She was an American music businesswoman, philanthropist, political activist and Black Panther member.

Afeni Shakur Davis, mother of late rap legend Tupac Shakur who was the subject of one of his most iconic songs and who oversaw his posthumous legacy, has died. She was 69 years old.

Marin County deputies responded to Shakur’s home in Sausalito, Calif., Monday night after she suffered a possible cardiac arrest, the sheriff’s office said Tuesday morning. She was taken to a local hospital and died just before 10:30 p.m.

Shakur, born Alice Faye Williams, changed her name when she moved to New York City and joined the Black Panther movement. She and other party members were arrested in 1969 and charged with conspiracy to bomb multiple, busy city landmarks.

In May 1971, she was acquitted on all charges — and she gave birth to Tupac just one month later.

ELEMENTRY

For years they have violated the elementary principles of human dignity, using naive concepts and out dated applications of the 19th century . So far the revolution is no thing more than institutions made up of different schools of thoughts, by Black leaders yelling at whomever will stop long enough to get their point across . The media would have you think that I am some kinda right-winged activist , I didn’t walk 10 miles to school but I’m gonna tell this story the way I see fit .
I’m a strong Black man holding on to something more than a picket sign in the street or searching for a testimony or a catchy line in a speech. The estrangement of man from nature began with a test , which sent him in a pictorial decline in an attempt to hide his own nakedness . Early on we made light of man’s God given right to be free, so I baptized this message in terms of linguistic artistry. By approaching this problem of slave sustenance chronologically, we find that the Sphinx is the personified symbol of he riddle we seek.
These deprivations affecting the functioning capacity in my case, has left a deep impress ion upon the entire development of our race . Bu t this has to be our fight I can’t possibly bare the burden of being a prophet. Lonely nights I toss and turn saying to myself , tomorrow could be it . Then there are other nights I lie in bed not knowing what’s real or what’s fake and if by chance I’m in a dream, then tie both of my feet to a stake. I’ll seek beauty in my soul, far beyond the borders of this land and when there is nothing left to console me. I’ll find comfort in who I am.