Sunday, August 3, 2014

tupactribute:

 Words By Kidada Jones

"Tupac was the love of my life.

My father didn’t like Tupac at first. Tupac said in an interview in the The Source magazine, “Interracial couples. Quincy Jones is disgusting. “All he does is stick his dick in white bitches and make fucked up kids.” That made Daddy mad. My sister wrote back a nasty letter to The Source and they printed it. Not only that, two white girls in San Francisco wrote letters to the editor that said, If you don’t like white people, what about when you hung with us?” Anyway, I met Tupac at a club after that and he said, “I want to apologize to you. I didn’t mean that about your dad or you. I didn’t see you as real human beings. Now that I see you…” He was all game. He was trying to get a play, let’s face it, but I liked him. I didn’t tell my dad about it, because I thought there’d be trouble.

We started dating steadily, and one night Tupac and I were sitting in a booth at Jerry’s Deli in LA and these two hands slammed down on Tupac’s shoulder from behind. We jumped up, and there was Dad standing there. He said to Tupac, “I need to kick it with you for a minute.” This was the first time they’d met, so he took Tupac to a booth and they sat and got real for a long time. They stood up and hugged when it was over and they got along fine from then on. Tupac was excited because him and Snoop Doggy Dogg hoped to do this movie that Dad was producing called Pimp, based on the Iceberg Slim book that every other rapper in America also wanted to do. He never got to it, though.

He and I lived together for four months and then he was murdered in Las Vegas in 1996. It was the most horrible thing that ever happened to me.

I knew we should’ve never gone to Vegas that night. I had a horrible feeling about it. I’ve gone over it in my mind a million times. It wasn’t supposed to happen. We weren’t supposed to be there. It was the worst possible thing that could’ve happened –I still to this day don’t know who shot him. I wasn’t able to say goodbye. It’s not something that should happen to anyone.

We were at the Luxor Hotel and he went to a party. He said, “I’m not taking you. There been a fight with a Crip and it’s not safe. So you stay here.” So I waited in our suite for him to come back. I lay down and was going to sleep when I got a call. They said, “Pac’s been shot.”

I was like, “Okay.” He’d been shot five times before that. I said “Where was he hit? In the leg, an arm? No big deal.” When I got to the hospital that handed me a bag of bloody clothes and jewelry and told me, fusions and he is in the ICU hanging by a string.”

I got a  blanket from the hospital and circled the parking lot for nine hours. I said, “There’s no way gonna die. There’s just no way.” I walked around there till the sun came up and I had to keep my head down because I felt like I was going to projectile vomit all over the place. I wanted to explode, just come out of my skin. I was in complete physical shock.

My mom was in New York and she flew down to Vegas. Here’s my white Jewish mom, you know, praying with Pac’s family, the ghetto family for real, you know? She’s doing praying sessions with this conjure lady from Tupac’s family who had called me and Tupac just a week before, telling us, “I see Tupac settling in Vegas.”

I said “There’s no way he’s settling in Vegas.”

And then, a week later, he was definitely settled in Vegas. For good. He died at 4:30 P.M. a few days later. For a while afterward, I didn’t want to be alive. I was on my back, literally on my back for months. My father underestimated how that affected me and shaped and molded me as a human being.  In a way, accepting Tupac was his way of acknowledging- my pain, and my struggle to find myself- and for that I love him.”

  — from The Autobiography of Quincy Jones

Monday, June 23, 2014

wretchedoftheearth:

sociolab:

ikaythegod:

The Southern Poverty Law Center reports that there are 939 hate groups operating in the U.S. — a nearly 60% increase since 2000. This reminded me of my favorite quote from Martin Luther King Jr.: “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

These words are helpful to ponder in any situation, but especially when there are still so many people in need of love — both those who identify with a hate group and those who are on the receiving end of the hate.

I’m really interested to see this data presented relative to state population.

Also, for clarification, I don’t support the commentary stated above.

The Atlantic actually did an analysis of SPLC’s data in 2011 with data (and a map) on hate groups per million people (by state) included. The highest concentration of hate groups, in order:

  1. Montana (13.8 groups per million)
  2. Mississippi (13.7 groups per million)
  3. Arkansas (10.3 groups per million)
  4. Wyoming (9.7 groups per million)
  5. Idaho (8.9 groups per million)

New York and California have a lot of hate groups, but fewer than 2 hate groups per million people (putting them very low on the list if you’re looking at hate groups relative to state population)

(and god is that commentary awful)

Monday, June 16, 2014

makaveli-immortalized:

A personal handwritten letter from Tupac Shakur, while in prison to Angela Ardis, including a very brief autobiography.

I really wonder who that married lady who was financially supporting him was :-/ 

Thursday, May 29, 2014

jheneaiko:

Jhené Aiko: Lyric Appreciation…. 

this is awesome ! get it . write . 🙏 I appreciate this so much , thank you for listening to my stories and reading my words ya’ll ☺️

(Source: fuckyeahjhene)

Thursday, April 24, 2014 Sunday, March 9, 2014

my sunday lessons.

#beyoutiful

Saturday, February 22, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
from Kabul with Love <3

from Kabul with Love <3

allblackerrthingus:

Everything Hip-hop/Fashion

the legend lives on. :) 
once you let go of attachments on this plane, you fly through space and time (via shaifalah) <— my cousins blog documenting her travel by foot/hitchhiking from virginia to her destination arizona, where she will build a earthship healing centre <3 
Friday, January 24, 2014
You don’t need to be perfect to inspire others. Let people get inspired by how you deal with your imperfection. Wilson Kanadi (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: psych-facts)

Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them. Iyanla Vanzant (via fassadenmensch)

I love Iyanla. #healer

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)