In Memoriam: Austin Metcalf

Most Americans have likely already forgotten his name. Have you?

He who justifies the wicked and he who condemns the righteous, both of them alike are an abomination to Yahweh.
Proverbs 17:15

What is a symbol?

Symbols convey meaning. They transform mere men into representations of ideas larger than our individual selves.

Austin Metcalf, whether you like it or not, is now an American symbol. As is Karmelo Anthony.

Two young men. Two competing narratives. One truth.

I'm convinced future generations will remember the death of Austin Metcalf as an inflection point in our national story.

Just as the death of George Floyd, a criminal drug addict, was cynically exploited to inspire the most depraved elements in our society to loot, pillage and burn our cities, Austin's death will ultimately inspire a new kind of holy hatred, one which abhors all manner of evildoers and which will manifest itself in ways many thought were lost to the pages of history.

Based on what I saw at Metcalf's memorial, the American Church is not ready for this reckoning. But it must come.

Like a clown killer version of Rosa Parks, this is the society in which we now live.

Rosa Parks, like George Floyd, Karmelo Anthony, and countless others before her, reveling in criminality.

Remember Rosa Parks? The lady who (we’re told) wouldn’t move to the back of the bus even though she was illegally sitting in the wrong place?

Yeah, this is kind of like that, except in this version, instead of peacefully remaining in her seat, Rosa Parks stabs the bus driver through the heart and then receives $400,000 in donations.

If you think it’s hyperbole to link Rosa Parks to the murder of Austin Metcalf, it’s not just me. Here’s an actual comment from one of the Karmelo fundraisers.

It’s not just Barbara and her blessing of murder. Here’s just a sample of comments from those who contributed to Karmelo’s “defense fund.”

• "I am very proud of this young man defending his God giving [sic] right, and slaying Evil. He needs to be released immediately this REAL AMERICAN HERO"

• "EVERBODY [sic] deserves to be able to protect themselves, REGARDLESS of skin color!"

• "We are being presecuted [sic] for defending ourselves"

• "This poor kid was defending himself against racist bullies."

• "Stop using anti-Black racist, white supremacist media to target Black Americans"

• "Don't start no stuff, won't be no stuff"

• "It was not your fault baby boy"

• "Stop targeting Black Americans with violence, terrorism and murder"

It’s not me making this connection between Anthony and Rosa Parks. This is from his own people. To them, he is now a civil rights icon.

What makes this all the more absurd is the virtue signaling era of Covid 2020, when we were assured police officers were out of control for using deadly force on armed thugs who threatened their safety and the safety of others.

Now, in the wake of Metcalf’s murder, it's ironic to hear black folks argue that a cop doesn't have the right to use lethal force against a criminal who pulls a gun on him, but a high school kid is totally justified in stabbing another kid in the heart because he asked him to leave his seat.

Rosa Parks, apparently, would have wanted it this way.

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‘I’m not alleged, I did it’

Whereas Rosa Parks peacefully disobeyed the law - one which, whatever its merits, was passed through the democratic process - in her refusal to leave her seat, Karmelo Anthony spilled blood over it.

Per CBS News:

The witness said Metcalf told Anthony to leave the tent when Anthony grabbed his bag, opened it, reached inside and said, "touch me and see what happens." The police document said no one thought Anthony had a weapon.

One witness said Metcalf touched Anthony, and another said Metcalf grabbed Anthony.

Anthony then pulled out a knife and stabbed Metcalf once in the chest before running away, according to police.

At that point, Metcalf grabbed his chest and told everyone to get help, one witness said.

According to police, he’s already copped to the murder, saying, “I’m not alleged, I did it.”

Days after the murder, I personally attended the memorial service for Austin Metcalf, the 17-year-old Texas high schooler who, as you likely know by now, was murdered by a “good kid”, Karmelo Anthony, named after a basketball player whose legacy he has likely forever tarnished by his sudden and unprompted violent outburst.

Ironically, it all started when Metcalf told Anthony, that, seeing how he wasn’t a member of the school’s team, he was in the wrong tent and sitting in the wrong seat.

This is what the aftermath of Anthony’s response.

The tent for Austin Metcalf's Frisco Memorial Warriors track team became a crime scene after an animal stabbed him to death at 10am on a Saturday.

Since April 2, when Anthony plunged his track meet knife into the heart of Metcalf - whose commitment to his faith was at the forefront of his life, thousands of people in the black community have donated nearly a half million dollars to his family as a reward for murdering a white kid.

Reportedly the Anthony family is now renting a $900,000 home and a brand new Escalade in its driveway.

It doesn’t matter.

They’re also selling t-shirts. Y’know, for justice.

We’re told that forgiving is the mark of the Christian.

But so is righteous anger.

So is holy hate.

I’ve struggled with this story for the last month, which is why it may seem so untimely and “old” as far as news goes.

But this Memorial Day, as we honor the memories of those who proudly served this nation and laid down their lives, I want to also remember Austin. Even more to the point, I don’t want to forget.

I want to remember the pain I heard in the trembling voices of his mother. His girlfriend. The anger of a loss that defies explanation. That acidic bile of sitting in tragedy, powerless to do anything about it.

Ever since I was a boy, I’ve heard over and over again “how far we’ve come” from the days of Rosa Parks and Emmett Till and every other race martyr the media has forced upon us all the way up to the George “Fentanyl” Floyd era of today.

How the promise of the civil rights movement to “finally make things right” has only, in the end, made things worse. Made us weaker as a nation.

It has only sown chaos and division where once, however prejudiced, however insensitive, there was order.

This is the advancement of a people? Is chaos the price of progress?

Perhaps most painfully, underlying all of this is the false equivocation by the media that these two young men had equally bright and promising futures ahead of them, that both would offer comparable value to their respective communities.

That somehow, both the killer and the killed were equally victims. We saw this perhaps most acutely in a press conference held by the social justice lawyer for Anthony and his family, where Anthony’s mom wept as though it were her son who would never again see his family.

Who would never again touch a football field, share a laugh with his buddies, a hug with his mom. As though it was her son who had a knife plunged into his heart rather than the one who did the plunging.

Anthony’s mom even boasted that her son was “raised in a two parent home with structure stability love,” and that they “put God first in everything that we do.”

Days after her son violently took the life of another student, which is not an allegation but a fact, this mom wept as though it were her own son who was slain.

Jesus said we shall know them by their fruit. And if Karmelo Anthony is anything else, he’s a rotten apple.

This is the psychopathy of the new religion of social justice.

It is, in fact, the inevitable fruit of the Boomer-born civil rights movement, which eliminates all human responsibility and replaces it with virtue signaling, even to the point of high absurdity.

It laid the groundwork for this very moment, when a murderer is prayed for and doted over by a community that has itself been notoriously over-represented in US homicides and other violent crimes since the advent of the civil rights era.

I think many of us in the audience are all done pretending now.

In the time it took to finally getting around to putting this post together, another senseless black-on-white killing in the Dallas area, only this time instead of being over a bleacher seat, it was over someone touching a Mercedes.

Ironically, the mother of the man who killed this woman praised Karmelo Anthony just weeks before her own son would take the life of another unsuspecting white victim. Surely just a coincidence and not at all germaine to the loss of this young woman’s life.

The thing is - this keeps happening. Over and over again.

Touch a black man's car? Shot to death. Tell a black kid he is sitting in the wrong spot? Stabbed through the heart.

No condemnation from their community. Only cheerleading and more threats of violence.

So much injustice. So little outcry.

So few of us afraid to speak up for fear of being called a name.

And yet, there is a palpable sense of fatigue about all this, as though we don’t have to live this way. We don’t have to simply shrug and move on when young Christian men are murdered for asking someone to move.

We can object. We can cry foul. Indeed, we must if we wish to preserve our way of life for our children and our grandchildren.

This moment of mass sobriety - awakening? - is happening on a scale and with a frequency that I have not seen in my nearly 50 years. It’s not just social media. It’s real.

I believe in the coming weeks and months, and certainly by the end of Trump’s second (last?) term, we are going to witness a wholesale overturning of the Boomer legacy - up to and including the civil rights revolution of the 1960s.

And if - no, when - that happens, the Rodney King riots, the “peaceful protests” over Floyd, those will seem like minor inconveniences compared to what is unleashed on this nation.