Back in the 50’s and 60 there was a great black singer called Sam Cooke. Yet who can believe how he died?
During the past 20 or so years various Rap artist have been hit and killed. Sometimes the temptation to become the biggest and best brings out the worst in some….Consider the following death of one of the greatest singers back in 1964…. Sure he liked to play around as his wife well knew, but who believes such a good looking guy would try rape a whore in a seedy pay by the hour hotel when he had thousands of dollars on him….but when found he had only $108? None of the story seems to make much sense especially Sam Cooke having been beaten up with two broken hands by woman before she shot him. Was Sam set up or what? I wonder what it would take to review the forensic files? Or did LA or somebody big destroy the files….
The Mysterious Death of Sam Cooke by Lydia Hutchinson Los Angeles, December 10, 1964, 9 p.m.
“Everybody in Martoni’s Italian restaurant had their eye on Sam Cooke. In his Sy Devore suit, the 33-year-old R&B singer cut a dashing figure. With his recent Live at the Copa album climbing the charts, Sam was on the brink of stepping up to the big leagues, a crossover figure on par with Nat King Cole and Sammy Davis, Jr.
He was having dinner with producer Al Schmitt and Schmitt’s wife, Joan. Well-wishers kept stopping by the table, interrupting their conversation. Sam, who’d already had three or four martinis, eventually got pulled away to the bar.
When their orders arrived, Al Schmitt went to get Sam and found him laughing it up with a group of friends and music business associates. Sam was buying, and he flashed a wad of bills, what looked like thousands of dollars. He told Al that he and his wife should go ahead with their meal.
At a booth near the bar, there was a baby-faced 22-year-old Asian girl, sitting with three guys. Sam caught her eye. He’d seen her around. One of the guys, a guitar player Sam knew, introduced them. The girl’s name was Elisa Boyer. Before long, the pair were cozied up in a booth.
They left Martoni’s around 1 a.m. in Sam’s brand new red Ferrari and headed to a nightclub called PJ’s, where they were going to meet the Schmitts. By the time they arrived, the Schmitts were gone. In the club, Sam got into a heated argument with some guy who was hitting on Boyer. She asked Sam to take her home, and they left at 2 a.m.
Accrding to Boyer, Sam raced down Santa Monica, and against her protests, pulled onto the freeway. She later told police that she asked again to be taken home, but Sam said, “Don’t worry now. I just want to go for a little ride.” He stroked her hair and told her how pretty she was.
They exited the highway at Figueroa Street, near LAX. Boyer asked again to be taken home, but Sam drove straight to the Hacienda Motel. He got out of the car and walked up to a glass partition at the manager’s office while Boyer remained in the car. He registered under his own name with the clerk, Bertha Franklin. Franklin eyed Boyer in the car, and told Sam that he’d have to sign in as Mr. and Mrs.
Sam drove around to the back of the motel. Boyer claimed he then dragged her into the room, pinned her on the bed and started to tear her clothes off. “I knew he was going to rape me,” she told the police. She went into the bathroom and tried to lock the door, but the latch was broken. She tried the window but it was painted shut. When she came out, Sam was already undressed. He groped her, then went into the bathroom himself. Boyer, wearing a slip and a bra, picked up her clothes and fled.”
Really? Sam goes to a seedy hotel with thousands of $$$ but only has $108 on him and gets shot 3 times the woman manager BEFORE SHE CALLS THE COPS? BY THE WAY THE WOMAN MANAGER was a pig that out weighed Sam by 30 pounds!