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Now that the Karmelo Anthony murder trial has concluded, and Anthony—who is black—was found guilty and sentenced to 35 years in prison for fatally stabbing the white Frisco, Texas high school student Austin Metcalf on April 2nd, 2025, the victim’s father, Jeff Metcalf, had quite a bit to say. With his gag order finally lifted, he gave an unscripted, unfiltered account for three hours in an interview with conservative journalist Sarah Fields earlier this month.

Much of it is encouraging, and Metcalf comes across quite sympathetically. The poor man has been through hell. He not only lost a son in the worst way possible, but has had to wrangle with the worst elements of society for over a year as a result. These people—most of whom are black—did their level best to smear him and his family and exonerate Karmelo through a ludicrous self-defense claim. Metcalf is currently receiving death threats as well. Part pastor and part self-help guru, Metcalf gives the impression throughout the interview of someone who remains steadfastly inhibited by his Christianity, while alternately accepting and rattling his chains.

Metcalf notoriously forgave Karmelo shortly after he murdered his son, but in the interview, clarifies his position significantly.

I forgave him so I don’t carry the hate and the anger, so I don’t get ate up. Like cancer it kills you from the inside. It’s like me drinking poison and hoping it kills you. It doesn’t work that way. You gotta let that stuff go, or it will kill you. It will eat you up inside. So when people ask me how can you forgive him? If I didn’t, I would have wound up killing him and going to prison myself.

Okay, so for Jeff Metcalf forgiveness is a kind of therapy. Perhaps in the Christian worldview that makes sense. But one thing for is sure—we’re not dealing with a milquetoast here, something that becomes clearer with every f-bomb Metcalf drops in his largely unfiltered rant. This is not to say that this ordeal has fundamentally changed his Christian ethos or race-blind, civic nationalism. From the beginning, he has claimed that this affair had nothing to do with race, and he doubles down on that in the interview. His frustration lies in how a disproportionately high number of blacks do not share his high-mindedness to say the least. And he has a lot of frustration.

Of the despicable, vile display of the most un-compassionate, un-empathetic, uncaring soulless individuals who choose to monetize the death of a dead child, or speak very derogatory of him, or make memes or talk all over the internet about my son, while I’m under a gag order and can’t respond. It’s like being tied to a chair and someone is slapping your face back and forth, and you can do nothing about it but take it. Well that day has ended. The muzzle’s off. And all you people, I’m telling you up front right now, this is a warning. Karma’s a bitch.

If taken out of context, Metcalf comes across a classic racist, an updated Archie Bunker but with a sharper tongue and a predilection for profanity.

Here is a taste:

The race card. Black fatigue. It’s real. I’m sorry. You have embarrassed your own culture and race. Don’t get me wrong. We got a lot of people who that embarrass the shit out of me too. But you guys, you got a patent on that shit.

Metcalf also specializes in sarcasm and is totally unafraid to taunt our colored brethren with racist dog whistles:

Hey, Kevin Hayes! You fuckin’ liar! Day after it happened, how many lies did you sit and type up on your keyboard you big keyboard warrior? You a big tough man! You still live in Baton Rouge? Remember you said you’d come to Frisco, buddy. You’re supposed to find me. I told you we could sit down and talk. That’s all you do. Talk, Mr. Squeaky Clean. He’s the only one in his family without a damn record. I guess that’s something to brag about in your culture.

This one deservedly got the most attention on the internet:

You people hang your hat on the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen. Let me make one up. Let me make something racist up so y’all can go viral. I got a new name for ‘Mello, okay? Because he was such a little boy y’all were trying to portray. How ‘bout watermelon felon. How’s that one strike ya? I hope he enjoyed his first night in that cell last night because he’s gonna have many nights to think about what the fuck he did.

And the racist insults are just fun. Here he is digging into Anthony family representative Dominique Alexander, online influencer Tiffney Billions, and comedian Charleston White (all of whom are black).

You’re a fucking idiot, Dominique. Let me be clear. You couldn’t put two sentences together without ChatGPT. Tiffney Billions, I don’t know what kind of glamour shot you steal from other people, and put up on your profile, but it don’t match your fucking goddamn water-buffalo-looking ass when I saw you at the court house. Charleston White, you look like a fucking crackhead.

Metcalf claims he has the protection of God, which presumably makes him so fearless while speaking candidly. However, I am certain he also owns guns because he speaks poignantly and often about the hunting trips on which he used to take Austin and his twin brother Hunter. Perhaps this is the real reason why he feels he can get away with poking the black bear—and good for him.

You want to find me? You know where to find me. You think I’m scared? Hahahaha! Underestimate me. That’ll be fun. I’m not some tough guy, dude. Nah. I’m a real guy. You wanna fuck around and find out, as y’all say? If you feel froggy, jump. I’m gonna tell ya right now, you’re not gonna like the landing.

(He really did do a villain laugh, by way. I didn’t just write that.)

Of course, we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves here. What we’re seeing is a man rattling the chains that bind him rather than someone truly yearning for freedom. For one, Metcalf partakes in the copium that is the mystery of God. In other words, his innocent son getting gored to death by an 80-IQ sub-Saharan is part of God’s plan.

I don’t know why God decided to take apart my family. I’m supposed to be learning some kind of lesson, I’m sure. I’m being molded into something. I have no clue what it is.

Really? People who want to build great civilizations don’t think like this. Rather, it was Karmelo Anthony who subverted God’s plan to populate the planet with civilized and productive individuals who can build great civilizations. This is one reason why I sometimes struggle with Christianity. Yes, there are many wonderful things about it, but at some point, following Jesus’ path a little too closely leads to suicide. At times, Jeff Metcalf appears to want to stray from the path, but he never does.

Secondly, Metcalf never stops trying to teach black people how to be civilized. It’s true his patience is running thin, but he appears to still believe that a critical mass of blacks who refuse to civilize themselves might actually appreciate and benefit from what he has to say.

You be you, I be me. You stay in your lane. I stay in mine. I respect you. You respect me. We get along. We don’t fight. We don’t stab each other in the heart. If we have a disagreement, you know what? We can use words. Ad also, we can agree to disagree. And that’s okay. But what’s not okay is when you lose control and you do something that you can’t take back. And now you’re responsible.

Platitudes like these are absorbed and internalized by the vast majority white children by the time they’re seven. To have to sermonize like this to adults due to their bad behavior belies a woeful lack of understanding of one’s audience. And Metcalf does this a lot, hurling reality-based insults at Karmelo’s parents as if to shame them into cleaning up their act—as if being called a “coward” or a “drunk bitch” by a white man is going to make an iota of difference to these people.

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Finally, Jeff Metcalf never really embraces racism. And when he’s on one of his many moralistic tirades, he doesn’t seem to realize how strident he becomes. “Am I a racist?” he asks. “Yeah. I’m racist against assholes!” Oh, burn! At one point he avers, “We all bleed the same color,” as if this weren’t a cringeworthy cliché. At another, he professes that he feels sorry for his son’s killer. Towards the end he says he wishes the racial divide in America would shrink rather than widen—as if blacks were capable of holding up their end of the racial bargain to begin with. But he’s not really thinking this through. According to Metcalf himself, Dominique Alexander threatened to start a riot if the Frisco Independent School District didn’t award Karmelo his high school diploma. And so they did, against their own policies. How can calling such people names—by an outgroup member, no less—possibly change their behavior? Why waste your breath? When a person has the wherewithal to start a riot to ensure that a murderer gets handed a piece of paper, this becomes a people problem rather than a person problem. After all, you can’t hold a riot with just one person—you need lots and lots of people. So how can Jeff Metcalf even dream of shrinking the racial divide in America when there are so many people like Dominique Alexander and Karmelo Anthony on the other side of it ready to riot at a moment’s notice and for the stupidest of reasons?

Of course, this is all okay. Jeff Metcalf put his face in front of a camera and spoke from the heart for three hours after the worst fourteen months of his life. He deserves credit for that, as well as empathy, regardless of his views. But it must be noted that in the interview he slams “white supremacists” as well.

Three weeks after the stabbing, pro-white activist and pardoned J6er Jake Lang held a rally in remembrance of Austin Metcalf in the same stadium in which he was killed. He tried to reach out to Jeff Metcalf but was rebuffed over speaker phone and on video.

Metcalf recalls:

Everyone thought I was gonna jump on board with this jackass Jake Lang. Well, guess what? My friend Bruce Carter? Yeah, the big black boy with the cowboy hat on? Yeah, my buddy. I said Bruce you gotta go in my place. The DA says I can’t go. So Bruce shows up and says, “Hey, did you ask Jeff to use his son’s image?” “No, Jeff stands with us.” “No, he doesn’t. Jeff sent me.” Bruce calls me. . . . So I let Mr. Lang speak. Gave him his time. Talked about how I should be upset and lashing out at the black people. And all white people should be mad, and here’s the thing, guys. Like I said before, I’m not racist against whites or blacks. So what I tell Mr. Lang after he spoke, he thought I was going to jump on board and we were going to have this big rally. My exact words were this: Mr. Lang, you my friend are part of the fucking problem. I don’t condone what you do. I am not associated with you. Take my son’s name off your website. Do not use his image ever again. I don’t support you. Don’t ever mention my name.

Of course, it doesn’t help Lang’s credibility that he hopped the stadium fence and filmed what was supposedly Austin Metcalf’s dried blood on the bleachers—when Austin had been killed on the opposite side of the stadium. But he was right about Jeff Metcalf being upset and lashing out at black people. That’s pretty much what Metcalf does for nearly half the interview.

Since the trial’s conclusion, Lang was arrested for making terroristic threats against Karmelo Anthony. In a strange coincidence, both initially received $1 million bonds, which were then lowered to $250,000 by the same judge. But the vast difference in their charges indicates the two-tiered, anti-white nature of our justice system.

When Jeff Metcalf says he’s not racist against whites or blacks, I believe him. It just that since his son was killed it seems that he is finding it harder and harder not to be racist against blacks. As he has found out, they behave so badly and stupidly, and present such easy targets in such large numbers—how can one not be racist against them? But to do so would violate his egalitarian Christian dogma, which is clearly repudiated by police data, psychometric data, neuroscientific data, and genetic data.

But since Jeff Metcalf won’t repudiate it himself, all he can do is clench his fists and scream into the void.

And that seems to be a completely different kind of hell than the one Karmelo Anthony put him in on April 2nd, 2025.