10 Years Later...

When I realized that the 10th anniversary of Tupac’s death was approaching, the first thought I had was “Man I’m getting old.” I was twelve years old when then Mad Hatta came over the 97.9 the Box airwaves and said that Tupac had passed away. Although I was in the car with my mother at time, I immediately cried like I never cried before.

Those that know me know that I am a huge hip hop head. Tupac’s death wasn’t simply a hip hop matter however. It was bigger than that. Up until his death, I read as much as I could about Tupac and I felt a real connection with him. He expressed all of the pain that I kept hidden as a child. The inability to trust, the desire to fit in, and the mental loneliness were all emotions that I shared with ‘Pac. He was my voice. When he died, I felt like he was defeated and I wondered if I could actually overcome my own issues.

Tupac spoke for many young Black males. I focus on young black males because, in his own words, they were the group he wanted to help the most. The young Black male of the inner city is one of the most forgotten groups in America. Tupac took it upon himself to be their voice. Through his music, he articulated the ills of inner city life unlike any artist or leader before. Tupac was the young Black males’ representative in a world where their existence was only marginally acknowledged.

Unfortunately, Tupac felt victim to the same problems that he tried to help alleviate. His need for a father figure, his desire to fit in, and his untrusting nature brought about his downfall. He went from being a hero to a statistic.

This is a memorial piece, but more so a call to action. Tupac’s death should not be in vain. His life represents what could be beautiful and ugly about the young black male’s experience in America. Tupac’s words so eloquently exposed the mental and social illness of the young black male and his death showed the world what the result of this illness can be. We know that these issues still exist very prevalently in our community. Instead of mourning Tupac’s death, honor his life by taking up the cause he cared so much about. Reach out to those who need it the most. As college students and professionals, I know we have little free time, but I ask that you volunteer some of it to our children. Donate more than your money, donate yourself. These kids are asking for our help not vocally, but through their actions. If you sincerely reach out your hand, you will truly make a difference. Don’t let Tupac’s death be meaningless, further his legacy by taking an ACTIVE role in your community.

R.I.P. Tupac