On September 7, 1996, Tupac Shakur had just left the Mike Tyson/Bruce Sheldon boxing match at the Las Vegas MGM when he assaulted rival gang member Orlando “Baby Lane” Anderson in retaliation for robbing a member of Shakur’s entourage earlier in the year.
Ten minutes later, the world’s most popular rapper was dead; his life ending as violently as and in identical fashion to the chart-topping songs he wrote.
Now, more than a decade later (15 years to be exact), followers and backseat-detectives continue to debate the murder of Tupac Shakur and just who is responsible for this unsolved crime – including on social networking sites who often serve as ground zero for (false) rumors of arrests of suspects.
Veteran journalist and true crime author Cathy Scott chronicles the life of the rapper and his violent death in her book The Killing of Tupac Shakur, from his early days as a voracious reader and choir boy to rise to fame as a poet of violence, imprisonment, ghetto life, prostitution, and gangs.
I’ve done my fair share of reading on the case of Tupac Shakur or, as better known, 2Pac. Not because I have ever been a fan of rap (I’m more of a Country-Western gal) but more because unsolved cases are a favorite portion of the genre to me.
At first I wondered how well I would like The Killing of Tupac Shakur, especially with all the media coverage over the years. I wondered just how much was really left to be told. I wondered, “Will it be a regurgitation of news stories?” Well, my fellow readers, I’m happy to say there’s quite a bit the gossip columns and media outlets passed over but with Cathy Scott at the helm, the secrets are no more.
I gave The Killing of Tupac Shakur a chance because I have enjoyed past books from Cathy Scott and I’m very, very glad I did. As a result, I found a well-researched and written accounting of a murder case on which I thought there was nothing left to tell. Once I picked up it up, I had difficulty putting it down.