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Tupac
Most fans (over 83% in a recent survey) still hold on to the belief that Tupac Shakur may still be alive. There are many suspicious details about his departure that contribute to this.

The uncontested facts:

After leaving the Tyson fight on Saturday September 7, 1996, Tupac was alledgedly shot 5 times. He lived through the shooting and was taken to a nearby hospital. He was pronounced dead on Friday September 13, 1996.

The suspicious facts:

Friday the 13th is a very suspicious day.

There were never any pictures released of Tupac in the hospital.

In the song "Life Goes On", Tupac raps about his own funeral.

The driver of the car in which Tupac was riding, Suge Knight (the executive producer of Death Row Records), didn't show up for questioning about the shooting.

The video "I ain't Mad at Cha" was released only a few days after his death. "I ain't Mad at Cha" is track 13 on the album All Eyes On Me. The video shows Tupac as an angel in heaven. In the video, Tupac was shot after leaving a theater with a friend, which is very similar to how he was shot in real life.

Interestingly, Tupac dies in his last video released under the name "Tupac". His new video "Toss It Up" from the new album was released under the name "Makaveli". The second video to be released by the name Makaveli is "To Live and Die in L.A." But how could they shoot the second video when he is "dead". Do you really think the video was shot 4 months ago, back in August of '96? Think about it.

In the video "Hail Mary" released under the name Makaveli, there is a gravestone that says Makaveli. But the gravestone is cracked and there is a hole right in front of it, inferring that Makaveli rose from the dead.

A shooting involving Snoop Doggy Dogg occured close to the release of his album Doggystyle. The shooting made Snoop appear more "real" and showed his fans that he really was a gangsta. The shooting gave him respect because everyone that bought his album believed what he was talking about. Within one week of its release, Doggystyle went platnium. Snoop was signed to the same label as Tupac which is Death Row Records.

In December '96, Tupac's new album went platinum. In interviews prior to the shooting, Tupac talked about how he wanted to stop rapping and being a gangsta and get out of the limelight. What is the only way Tupac could completly escape the media spotlight ??? (Answer: if the public thought he was dead.)

Press wasn't going to be allowed at the funeral, but then the funeral was cancelled for unknown reasons.

Tupac always wore a bulletproof vest, no matter where he went. Why didn't he wear it to a very public event like a Tyson fight? (Because he wanted to make it seem like he could be shot.)

In most of his songs he talks about being buried, so why was he allegedly cremated the day after he "died"? And since when do they cremate someone the day after death in a murder case?

The new Tupac album released on Nov. 5, was originally supposed to be an EP of 6 songs, but was then extended to a full length album of 12 songs.

Tupac's alias is Makaveli. Though the spelling is different, Machiavelli was a 16th century italian philosopher who advocated the staging of one's death in order to evade one's enemies and gain power. In Machiavelli's book Discourses Upon the First Ten Books of Titus Livy, in Book 2 Chapter XIII he says "a prince who wishes to achieve great things must learn to deceive". This is Machiavelli's main idea and is the connection between Tupac and the writings of Machiavelli.

Tupac studied Machiaveli in depth while in prision was a fan and had read his books several times. Perhaps Tupac is taking his advice. Machiaveli wrote two books before his death. Look at what the All Eyez on Me disks are called..

The title of the new album by Makaveli (Tupac) is The 7 Day Theory. He was shot on September 7th; and survived on the 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th, and"died" the 13th. Hence the title The 7 Day Theory.

Tupac's album All Eyes on Me was released on Feb.13, 1996. Tupac "died" on Sept.13, 1996. It is quite a coincidence that the two dates are exactly 7 months apart.

Tupac officially died at 4:03 PM. 4+3 = 7 Also he "died" at an age of 25 years. 2+5 = 7. It seems as if seven is Tupac's number.

There is nothing in the new album that says TUPAC RIP 1971-1996. Wouldn't it make sense to include something like that in the first album after his "death"? The only thing mentioned is "EXIT TUPAC ENTER MAKAVELI".

The executive producer of The 7 Day Theory , as listed in the CD booklet of the album, is Simon (who is a previously unknown producer in the rap music industry). In the bible, Simon was an apostle of Jesus. Simon was one of the first witnesses of the Resurrection listed by Saint Paul (I Cor. 15: 5). The Outlawz have confirmed Simon is a reference to Suge Knight who was with Tupac the night of the shooting.

In Richie Rich's album Seasoned Veteran, which was released on the same day as The 7 Day Theory, on the song "N*ggas Done Changed" which is a duet with Tupac, Tupac says the following lyrics: "I've been shot and murdered, can't tell you how it happened word for word / but best believe that n*ggas' gonna get what they deserve." This phrase implies that Tupac knows he will be dead when Richie Rich's album is released.

In Makaveli's (Tupac's) song "White Man's World" on album The 7 Day Theory, he says "We ain't never gonna walk off this planet unless ya'll choose to." Did he choose to walk off the planet by faking his death?

In Tupac's song "Ambitionz az a Ridah" on the album All Eyes On Me, he says "Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a muthaf*ckin' menace, they cowards thats why they tried to set me up, had b*tch *ss n*ggas on my team so indeed they wet me up, BUT I'M BACK REINCARNATED." This implies that Tupac is reincarnated as Makaveli.

Tupac "died" in Las Vegas which is a payoff city, meaning all sorts of folks have been known to be on the take. That means doctors, press, lawyers, etc.

The white Cadillac containing the assailants was never found... How could this be when Vegas is in the middle of a desert?

There's a small Black community on the North side of town.. This strip is only about 8 blocks long.. If the attackers were Black.. Where did they go? Where did they hide?

The white Cadillac containing the gunmen passes a entourage of Tupac's boys, many of them body guards... No one gives chase and there are no witnesses...There were no witnesses on the street... How come? Why not, especially right after a heavyweight fight?

The cover of Tupac's album Makaveli has him looking like Jesus Christ... Could he be planning a resurrection?

Las Vegas is in the middle of the desert. How come there was no helicopter chase? If some one were to rob a casino, the LVPD would've chased you down with some helicopters.. . How come this didn't happen with 2Pac shooting?

There were no ballistic tests in the murder case... At least we haven't heard about them....

Tupac's vehicle got shot 12 times and Suge didn't get hit once.. He was 'grazed' by a bullet.. Why did 2Pac get shot all those times and Suge not get hit?

Suge said he drove Tupac to the hospital and they had a coherent conversation? How bad was Tupac hit?

Tupac had completed 2 movies and 3 LP’s that have were to be released.. With so many people upset about Tupac's death, literally anything connected with him is bound to net a whole lot of cash...

There is a 72 million dollar life insurance policy on him which has yet to be cashed. No legal actions could be taken against him as long as it isn’t cashed.

2Pac's video 'I Ain't Mad At Ya' foretold his death ....

2Pac always wore a bulletproof vest but for some strange reason he didn't wear one this time.. why not?

The memorial services that were open to the public were canceled in both Los Angeles and Atlanta...

In addition to number 19, Tupac said in his song "Life goes on" from his "All Eyez on Me" CD, that when he died he wanted "every rapper" to rap at his funeral, etc. Why didn't Death Row fulfill his death wish?

In a 1994 interview with Tupac, he said before he went to prison that if he was ever sent to prison when he came out he would be worse than before. He was. He also said when he came out it would be like he was reborn. Was he speaking literally? He already died and he was worse when he came out of jail, plus Tupac switched his rapping name from 2 Pac to Makaveli, that could be considered a rebirth, all that's left is a physical rebirth (A sighting) and so far he's already completed more than half of this prophecy.

Suge Knight and Tupac are the only two music industry people on that high a profile with enough balls to pull off a stunt like faking death...

People close to Death Row and relatives of other famous rappers have speculated to me and others about the shooting being staged.

Why wouldn’t a company as powerful and rich as Death Row Records not put up a reward to find the killers?

Other possible clues are contained in the new album. It is called “The Don Killuminati: The 7 day theory” which is still a mystery in definition. Inside the cover, it reads “Exit: 2pac, Enter: Makaveli” as if 2pac has died and Makaveli born.

Why have Suge Knight and the rest of his entourage been so uncooperative with police in solving the murder?

Since his death, there have been numerous reports of Tupac sightings


RODNEY KING





AND THE LOS ANGELES RIOTS
Our helicopter whirled in a tight circle over Florence and Normandie in South Central Los Angeles. Pilot Mike Smith kept the ship at an almost constant bank. I was in the left seat next to the pilot and had a clear view of the rampaging clutter on the street below. Cameraman Martin Clancey, strapped in a shoulder harness, was hanging out of the helicopter. He had opened the left side door, placed his mini-cam on his shoulder and was recording the helter-skelter action. This was the early evening of April 29, 1992. The Los Angeles Riots were erupting below us.


We had begun to get reports of scattered violence shortly after we had watched on television the barbaric video tape of motorists being ripped out of their cars, hammered, pounded and chased by rock-throwing men on the ground. The image of a man, later identified as Reginald Denny, being pulled from his truck by thugs, still burned in my mind. My memory was seared by the vivid imprint of the motionless, beaten man lying on the ground, being kicked and brutalized. I was still filled with rage at the sight of one of the assailants picking up a large piece of cinder-block and throwing it at his apparently lifeless body, smashing him in the head. Then, after the savage beating, the attacker appeared to do a dance, raise his hands towards the helicopter overhead and flashed a gang sign. Then, to my utter disbelief, another person on the street reached into the pocket of the fallen driver and stole his wallet.


This was my television memory; now I was seeing first hand what was really happening.


I peered through my side-window as the copter continued to circle in a steep bank. I could see that traffic was moving through the intersection below us. I watched as various cars whipped in a U-turn around to avoid the ominous chaos ahead. There were clusters of people milling around. They were throwing rocks and bottles at the passing cars. There were no police officers around, just an unruly mob venting hate on innocent motorists who happened to find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.


Other figures on the street were darting in and out of a liquor store at the corner, taking what they wanted. The looting, the beating and the hysteria was going on right below me.


My mind went back 27 years to when I covered the Watts riots in 1965. I tried to draw up similarities that might help my reports on what was going on below. I remember telling myself that the big difference was that in Watts, they had fires.


It wasn’t long after, that I noticed white smoke beginning to build in the street at the corner. A single overturned car had just been torched and it was beginning to smoke and burn. Within moments, I could see more smoke pouring out of the front windows of the liquor store where looters were still running wild. It was a light smoke, wispy and barely visible from 700 feet above.


As we circled, Martin, peering into the viewfinder of his Sony camera, shouted over the radio communications system, “I think that liquor store is on fire.”


Our pilot nodded and refocused the flight circle to the smoking corner building below. Things began to develop in a chaotic and rapid manner. An appliance store just east of Normandie, a short distance from the liquor store, showed the tell-tale light, white smoke.





It wasn’t long before that first liquor store had large flames shooting out the doors and windows. The overturned car continued to burn. The appliance store seethed with heavy white smoke that slowly turned to rolling black clouds fed by billowing flames eating their way through the collapsing roof.

My thoughts flashed back to 1965. I remember being in the newsroom watching pilot-reporter Larry Scheer in the KTLA Telecopter broadcasting the first fire pictures from Watts. My reaction tonight was the same that this was more than a quarter of a century ago, “I can’t believe that this is happening, but I am afraid it is going to get worse.” The light of dusk was now completely gone, the sky was black and the lights of South Central Los Angeles sparkled below.


By this time, the station had pre-empted all programs and was in full riot coverage. Hal Fishman, Larry McCormick and Jann Carl were at the anchor desks, Ron Olson was in the middle of the rioting crowd outside police headquarters at Parker Center, Steve Lentz and Marta Waller were covering other parts of the city as the riots seemed to spread.


The fires were breaking out over a widespread area below our helicopter. The dark plumes of smoke were ominously spreading to different spots of the city. New fires exploded on Manchester, Vermont, Figueroa, Martin Luther King Jr., Crenshaw, Jefferson, Rodeo and Century Blvd. Our pilot broke off from our tight flying circle as new flare-ups were spotted. He pulled the stick in one direction and cut a diagonal path across the sky to the next erupting blaze. Each one was a startling surprise. The numbers of separate fires grew from five or six to a dozen, to two dozen. They were now breaking out over a wide part of the city. This was not Watts of 1965 where the fires were started in a relatively small geographical district. These conflagrations were not limited to Watts and South Central Los Angeles. Roaring, billowing, intense flames were burning in all directions. The targets were varied, but very much the same. Supermarkets, Thifty Drug Stores, Chief Auto Parts, Liquor Stores, Swap Meets, Korean businesses, restaurants and mini-malls miles apart ignited under the arsonist’s torch.


Often, our copter would arrive when a fire was just starting. We watched countless buildings where the light wisps of smoke were smoldering, where they turned to a heavier smoke, then went gray, then black, then erupted into consuming flames of intense orange. It didn’t take long. One building would have flames rolling through the roof, then the fire would spread to a structure next door. Many-mini malls were completely wiped out when fire exploded in one of the stores, then raced through the common attic that other adjacent businesses shared.





Firemen could not respond to many of these early fires because snipers were shooting at them. Later police escorts went in with the fire fighters to protect them from the snipers.

KTLA remained on the air for hours. At one point our helicopter had to leave the riot zone, race back to the airport, make a fuel stop, then head back to continue our reporting.

Countless times during the night, I kept repeating to myself, “I can’t believe that this is happening.”


I have lived all of my life in Los Angeles. I know it well. So many places I grew up with, were burning. It was heart rending to be over my city as these buildings were melted down into charred ashes. So many new buildings had been built in the last few years, a hopeful sign that, at last, something was happening; a new shopping center here, a new mini mall there, an old building rehabilitated across the street with a new business opening up inside. All the progress since the fires of Watts lost in the heat of this night.


I kept remembering the stories we did in Watts after the 1965 riots. I vividly recall the twisted, shattered buildings that had burned to the ground. One by one, clean up crews had come in, leveled the structures, hauled away the debris, leaving nothing but vacant, weed-filled lots. Those lots had remained vacant for years after the tragedy of Watts, a wounded community with no places of business, just block after block of vacant lots. It was so sad, I felt so sad. Here, tonight, each one of these fires was burning up, not only the buildings, but the jobs and futures of so many people who live in the community. Now, there would be no jobs, no places to buy anything, no hope, no future. All because of these fires of April, 1992. For years to come, sociologist will be trying to find out why this happened. What were the deep roots that ignited this tragedy, this rebellion? There will be many questions and many answers. However, there was really only one direct, immediate cause that was the flash point; when the jury in the televised trial of the four officers accused in the beating of Rodney King announced they had found the officers innocent.







A pick-up truck with its motor running was in my parking place when I arrived on the KTLA lot that afternoon in March of 1991. A free-lance cameraman had temporarily borrowed my space while he ran a video tape of a late news story to the newsroom. I waited for about thirty seconds, he came racing out the door and waved an apology.


“Sorry, Stan, I think Rosalva will like the house fire I just brought her. Fire through the roof, good action.”


“No problem,” I waved back as he got into his car.


There are several of these cameramen who make a living shooting news stories and selling them for .00 each to the different television stations. They drive their own camera cars, listen to police scanners and chase after important breaking news stories.


He slammed his truck door shut, backed out much too fast, then raced out of the parking lot to go to another television news room with a copy of his latest news story.


I had no idea that another one of those unexpected moments that reporters encounter frequently was about to hit me. They say we should always expect the unexpected, but I have never been able to take those moments in stride.


The newsroom was busy when I entered. I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my press pass. I keep it on a chain so I can put it around my neck when I am on stories where they must be worn. I also keep a few keys on the chain, one for the newsvan, others for my desk and mail box. I opened the narrow, book-like, metallic door of the mail box and took out a weekly paper from Taiwan, a letter from the German Consulate, three inter-office memos and my pay check. I closed the door, always hard to relock, and went across the lobby to the glass encased bulletin board. Yesterday’s program ratings are posted there each morning. There aren’t many businesses where you get a daily report card on how well you did the day before. It is another computer tracking of our daily lives. It is a rather humbling experience, an instant gauge on how the television viewers accept you. It is best not to lose too many days in a row.


“News At Ten” had a six rating, the other three newscasts against us had between a one and a three. That’s good news, but how long could we keep it up.


My three to eleven o’clock shift is always full of surprises. Most of the scheduled stories have already been covered, so we turn our attention to what has just happened. I never know what my assignments are going to be when I am driving to work listening to the news radio stations. I don’t know if those at the all-news stations, KFWB or KNX, have any idea how important their newscasts are to those of us who are field reporters. Their local news stories set the tone of the day and give us a feeling of what has happened and what might happen that night.


Our assignment editor, Rosalva Skidmore, looked up from her phone call, smiled and waved a greeting. I scanned the news wire copy on her desk while she finished the call. Rosalva is a pretty brunette with a wonderful smile and great enthusiasm. She is great to work with, very pleasant and professional. She handles stress well and refuses to let deadlines get her down.


“Stan, when you get a chance, will you take a look at this free lance video that we got today and see what you think we can do with it. It is an amateur home video, but it is really quite powerful. Take a look at it.”


It was an unusual request so I put it in a play-back video unit right away. I looked at the pictures and felt a flow of adrenaline surge through my body. I had never viewed anything like this before. Although shot the night before in the San Fernando Valley Foothill Police Division, it looked like something that might have happened in Tienenamn Square in Beijing, China or in a poor colored town in South Africa, not in Los Angeles.


The first part of the video was blurred and it was difficult to tell what was happening, but when the photographer found his focus, I saw an incredible scene of police officers hitting a man with batons, over and over again. The beating didn’t stop. It continued at a frenzy. The person was on the ground reeling around, he seemed submissive, but the blows continued. I put the VCR in reverse and watched the blows bounce away from the victim, then I put it on “play” and looked in disbelief as they pounded him again and again.


“What do you want me to do with this?” I asked. “Some guy with a new home video camera shot this from his patio and he wants to sell it to us as a freelance news story”, Rosalva answered.


I kept running the tape back and forth. More than a dozen officers had surrounded the person and three of them were hitting him with batons or kicking him. The others just seemed to stand around.


“Are we the only ones to have it? What’s the background?” I asked.


“There was a pursuit on the Foothill Freeway. The guy tried to get away. When he finally stopped, he got out of the car and tried to take on the whole force”, she answered.


Several others in the newsroom came over, clustered around the monitor and watched the video tape playback over and over again. Everyone had a painful expression.


“Better show this to the police first. We’ve got to get their reaction.”


The tape had been left off at the main gate by a viewer by the name of George Holliday. He had taken the video when he heard shouting and yelling on the street in front of his apartment. He started video taping the action and the violent beating sequence unfolded in front of him. Our News Director, Warren Cereghino, had watched it many times before I saw it. He agreed that we had to show it to the Police Department brass before we put it on the air.


I called Lt. Fred Nixon in the Press Relations Department and told him what we had.


“Bring it down Stan, I’ll have some of the staff take a look at it with me.”


Commander Bill Booth, who had been head of Press Relations for years had just been promoted to Deputy Chief and this was the first day on the job for his replacement, Commander Robert Gil. Viewing this explosive package would be his baptism by fire.


The officers were waiting for me when I arrived with a copy of the tape at their sixth floor office of Parker Center about six o’clock that evening. They watched silently as the tape was played and replayed. You could tell, they could not believe what they were seeing, but their official reaction was calm and noncommittal.


Lt. Nixon did an on-camera interview with me and said that they would have to investigate the circumstances and try to determine what did happen. He said there was no way he could comment on the tape, until he knew more about the circumstances. It wasn’t very much, but it was a reaction from the Police Department that we could use on the air when we ran the tape that night. Several other high ranking officers saw the tape before I left that evening. These screenings gave the Department a chance to get ready for the storm that was about to engulf them. I left a copy of the tape and was assured that the investigation would start immediately.
I had no idea about the impact of the beating tape, but I knew it was bad.