By Emma Silvers
By Gary Moskowitz
By Alee Karim
By Ian S. Port
By Ian S. Port
By Derek Opperman
By Emma Silvers
By Alee Karim
Tupac is dead. Long live Tupac! Never has a cliché rung so eerily true. Given the circumstances -- he was mortally wounded in Las Vegas in 1996 -- Tupac remains surprisingly prolific. The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, R U Still Down? (Remember Me), Still I Rise, Until the End of Time, and Better Dayz have been keeping it real for Pac's fans since his death. There are many hypotheses pertaining to how and why this output was possible. Conspiracy theorists allege that Tupac is still alive and only faked his death to execute some Machiavellian trompe le monde in order to gain power over his enemies. Others feel that during the six days he clung to life after the shooting, his hospital room was converted into a makeshift recording studio where he wrote and rapped around the ticking clock. (This is supported solely by the obscure B-side "Where the Mutha Fuckin' Bedpan At?"). Then there are those who think Tupac is a specter who walks the Earth to take some heat off Elvis and what must be the King's stressful "sightings" schedule. I, however, have my own postulate: Tupac is Jesus. [Editor's note: Please send death threats care of SF Weekly, as Prick has been a member of the Nevada State Witness Protection Program since testifying in the infamous "Chihuahua City" fiasco, which brought down organized crime leaders in our sister state.]
As evidenced in the new feature-length documentary Tupac: Resurrection, the major events of the lives of both Jesus and Tupac are jarringly isomorphic. Start with their early years, when they both shared a miraculous time in the womb: Jesus was immaculately conceived, and Tupac's mother, Afeni, carried him for five months in prison, which is, if not immaculate, still pretty cool. Later, both messiahs experienced midlife persecutions resulting from their unflinching moral convictions: Jesus heard it from the Jews and then more firmly from the Romans; Tupac heard it from critics of gangsta rap, who blamed rap artists for creating the dreary social situations of the inner city. Most telling, though, is that it was the betrayal by their closest friends that sealed both Tupac's and Jesus' fate: Judas Iscariot identified his homey to the Romans, and many believe that Death Row Records magistrate Suge Knight had a hand in Pac's gunning down.
But Tupac is not only similar to Jesus. He is better. Like each successive generation of Terminator, Tupac was improved by 2,000 years of cultural evolution and was thus better suited to achieving the Messiah's mission. Unlike the Son of God, Pac savored his popularity. He didn't shy away from indulgence. This kept his mind and his work in our world, the world we all seek to understand. Contrast that with Jesus, who is lionized for being some kind of ascetic with his eye on anything but the ball. How useful would it be if everyone practiced that lifestyle? About as useful as a men's merkin store at the mall.
But where Tupac really one-ups the man from Galilee is integrity. By all accounts, Jesus was really just a hippie rich kid -- rich in the sense of his unique family ties and guaranteed salvation. With that kind of safety net, any of us could grow our hair long, renounce society, walk the Earth, and preach to the masses like we were stoned and everything made lucid sense. This city is full of those people. Further, if Jesus had the hook-ups with the old heavenly codger, why couldn't he change anything for the needy people of the world? Why couldn't he perform any lasting miracles? Today, the jackboot of the Romans is bigger than ever -- it is just worn by many feet. All Jesus really did was momentarily untie its shoelaces. (But don't worry Jesus. As Pac himself would say, I ain't mad atcha.)
Tupac, on the other hand, was raised by the street. While numerous father figures entered and exited his life, none of them was the Father; Pac never received adult guidance, least of all any tips on building cabinets. No, Tupac didn't have a man upstairs to watch his back and he didn't have three wise men bringing him gifts and blessings when he was born. The two things he did have, however, were the streets and his mother, who was committed to her son's artistic and moral education. Growing up, Pac learned to communicate through the same grim experiences he shared with countless others; his ability to portray the sad world around him with clarity and honesty was never without inspiration. Driven by his cognizance of life's finiteness, Tupac set out to preach a real and relevant gospel, the gospel of Thug Life.
To Pac, the thug was the underdog; to the scornful civic leader, the thug is the worthless street criminal bound for hard time. To Pac, the thug was someone who had nothing and could still walk with a head held high; to the neo-liberal cultural critic, the thug is a beggar hoping and praying for some kind of "normal" suburban life. To Pac, the thug was someone who knew the value and duty of friendship; to most, the thug is someone to fear.