I know this incident took place on school grounds in day time at a specific event, but normally this would be a safe low key setting where no one would expect anything violent.

In case people of XO lack street smarts, always be wary of skinny nigs and also skinny latin types in terms of interactions. Also beware that skinny wets will sometimes have a cute or baby type face and not be the tatted up or cholo looking type.

Regardless of who is at fault, these little twink scumbags like this are much more likely to shoot/stab in any type of confrontation whether or not they are entirely at fault. Beware of them, deescalate, and if backed into a corner, respond immediately with an overwhelming amount of force with the understanding that these little twinks will often have a weapon and try to use it.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5708764&forum_id=2#48835387)

1.6 GPA for street smarts though

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5708764&forum_id=2#48835425)

they are also recoiling in horror at the photo of the victim on a hunting trip holding a gun with his brother - also something that many people do in texas

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5708764&forum_id=2#48835438)

https://www.facebook.com/stacey.patton.9

Many of you have asked me to weigh in on this Texas high school stabbing incident. So here it is ....

I Believe Karmelo Anthony.

This 17-year-old Black boy is sitting behind bars with a million-dollar bond on his head. Charged with first-degree murder. News outlets are depicting him as a thug. Social media calls him a savage.

We’re watching a one-sided, sympathy-soaked narrative unfold for the white family, with every effort made to humanize their son who was allegedly the aggressor. Nobody’s interrogating the deeper issue here: why did this white boy feel empowered to remove another student—especially a Black one—from a public space he had every right to occupy?

That’s not just bullying. That’s racialized gatekeeping. That’s centuries of entitlement showing up in a high school bleacher, dressed as authority he never actually had.

Strangers are asking: what kind of parents raised Karmelo Anthony?

They asked the same question about Trayvon Martin when he was hunted down for walking home in a hoodie with Skittles and iced tea. They asked the same about Tamir Rice after police killed him in seconds for holding a toy gun in a park. About Mike Brown Jr. after he was left baking in the street for hours.

Every time a Black child is killed—or in Karmelo’s case, survives—white America performs this ritual of parental inquisition. Not out of care. But to indict. To blame. To create distance between “their” children and ours.

And now they’re combing through social media, sharing every photo they can find of Karmelo throwing up a middle finger, tilting his head just so, dressing how teenagers dress. They’re trying to sell him as a gangsta. Dangerous. Irredeemable.

Where have we seen this before?

We remember. Black Twitter called it out years ago with the hashtag #IfTheyGunnedMeDown. This was a movement that exposed the deliberate media tactic of digging through images to find the most “thuggish” looking photo of a slain Black victim, to justify their death. Meanwhile, their white counterparts, armed to the teeth, flashing Nazi signs, or dressed in tactical gear, are remembered with yearbook photos and glowing words.

So, let’s not play dumb. Let’s not pretend this is new.

This is the script. And it’s time we burn it.

Because this isn’t about parenting. It’s about perception. It’s about the deep, racist instinct to see Black children as threats and white ones as innocent even when the Black child was the one being attacked.

But I believe Karmelo Anthony.

I believe him when he said he was protecting himself. I believe Karmelo because Black boys are not allowed to be afraid. Not allowed to defend themselves. Not allowed to survive when white violence shows up dressed as authority, entitlement, or bullying.

This time, the narrative is flipped—and they don’t like it.

According to reports, Karmelo was under the tent at the Frisco Memorial High School track meet, where he belonged. The white boy—Austin Metcalf, a twin, a football player, part of a popular crowd, reportedly a known bully—told him to move. Witnesses say Metcalf grabbed him. Put his hands on him. That he’d harassed Karmelo before. That he’d broken his phone. That he allegedly called him the n-word.

And let’s be clear: that word is not just a racist slur. It’s a threat. It’s a trigger. It’s a declaration of superiority, of possession, of dehumanization. It is a prelude to death. It echoes with the weight of centuries.

So when Karmelo reportedly reached for a knife and said, “Touch me and see what happens,” that wasn’t aggression. That was trauma. That was a warning. That was a teenager trying to live.

That was Trayvon, Tamir, Mike, and so many others whispering through his fear: Don’t let them kill you too. It was the sound of centuries of survival instincts screaming through his bones. It was the impossible weight of being young, Black, and endangered in a country that only teaches you how to die quietly.

Because he knew, in that moment, that no one was coming to protect him. Not the coaches. Not the school administrators. Not the police. And not the justice system.

Karmelo didn’t want to end up like the other Black boys we make hashtags for.

Let’s talk about this photo. The one of Austin Metcalf and his twin brother, posing in full camo, bodies postured like they’re ready to make war on something or someone.

This isTrump’s America, where white men and boys are increasingly emboldened to assert dominance through intimidation and violence, and this photo speaks louder than words.

Just look at it. You can see it in their faces. The dead-eyed stares, the rigid posture, the tight grip on those weapons of war. You can feel the performance of power. These aren’t just kids posing for a picture. They’re modeling a certain kind of whiteness that's armed, unbothered, and entitled.

That posture says, “I dare you.” It’s the physical embodiment of a culture that teaches white boys they can control who belongs and who doesn’t. Who stays and who gets pushed out. Who deserves safety, and who doesn’t.

That same energy showed up in those bleachers when Austin Metcalf tried to remove Karmelo from a tent he had every right to be under. That same entitled posture. That same unspoken belief that whiteness grants you the right to command space, bodies, and boundaries. That power was challenged when a Black boy didn’t bow or back down.

Because Karmelo didn’t fold. He protected himself. And now, he’s being punished for surviving.

Ask yourself: what kind of environment breeds THAT kind of energy? What kind of parents are raising these kind of boys? What kind of town celebrates young white boys with weapons, while criminalizing Black boys with fears?

Do a quick Google search of Frisco ISD or the town itself. You’ll find a pattern—racial slurs, exclusion, incidents brushed under the rug. The kind of place where whiteness feels untouchable and Black kids feel like targets. And that’s exactly what Karmelo was: a target. Not just of a bully’s fists, but of a larger, unspoken rule in America: White boys are allowed to assert power, and Black boys are punished for resisting it.

So when Karmelo cried in the back of that police car, when he asked if the boy he’d stabbed would be okay, when he told the officers, “I was protecting myself,” I believe him. That was the trembling honesty of a kid who didn’t want to die.

Ask yourself why a Black teenager felt the need to carry a knife on his person. What kind of white violence had he already survived to think that was necessary? What kind of silence surrounded the bullying? How many times had he reported it and been ignored?

We’ll likely never get the full truth. But what we can do is stop demonizing the teen who lived. Stop pretending like the child who died was an angel. Stop expecting Black boys to be martyrs to make their trauma legible.

Karmelo Anthony didn’t want to be the next name on a t-shirt or the next hashtag. And in this America, sometimes the only way a Black boy gets to walk away is if he fights back.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5708764&forum_id=2#48835478)

In the meantime, I was taking one of my kids to T-ball in another complex across town. This other complex, which I'd never been to before, was in a decent area. This new area had a huge soccer training area that was in an "L" shape, which was often empty. The area was perfect to jog on, with what I'd say was about .75 miles for a full lap, so I could get a little over a 2 mile jog on good grass in 3 laps.

So last year, I took to jogging around the edge of the park after the T-ball games. I'd come separately, watch game, and let the kids go home with wife in different car.

While running, there was this guy who would come out to the soccer area with two large dogs that he'd let off the leash. I tried to avoid him, but these fucking dogs would run to chase me from 50 yards away. He never called them back or did anything to prevent this, which I thought was rude.

Now around this field there are city ordinance signs in several places which say something to the effect of NO DOGS IN PARK WHEN PRACTICE OR GAMES; NO DOGS OFF OF LEASHES AT ANY TIME.

I was far enough away from this guy, that I honestly couldn't tell you much about him. If I had to make him, I would have said 6' tall male, dark hair, mid 30's.

Well the next time we had a game, I went running again, and the dogs literally came from 50 yards away and chased me for another 50-75 yards. The guy, standing from a football field away did nothing. This was like a Tuesday. When we had another game that Thursday, I went running and the same thing happened. This made 3 times the guy had let his dogs chase me from 50 yards away and didn't call them back or put them on a leash. They would then chase me and nip at my heels for another 50 yards.

I stopped and started walking toward him to ask him to keep his dogs on a leash or alternatively, call them back when they come after me. Now I run with my shirt off, and am in decent shape, but fuck I am 50. When I get up close, I see it is a younger guy in his early/mid 20's, about 6' and skinny with a backpack and a hat with a Mexican Flag, but he could speak English.

I told him to not let his dogs chase me. And he starts screaming like a fucking woman about how I need to go run somewhere else. I asked him if he'd seen all the signs that say dogs need to be leashed at all times, and he starts screaming that he doesn't give a fuck what the sign says.

Now, I had not approached his personal space. I was standing about 1 stride away from striking distance. When he started getting loud and screaming and saying fuck this and fuck that. I closed about a half step toward him. Immediately, he starts screaming at me that "I'd touched him! and that I'd grabbed him". No one else was even within a football field's distance from where we were. He started trying to get something out of his backpack and yelling "I will shoot you!! I will shoot you!!"

This is the type of subhuman wetback, whether or not he was born here, that litters our country by the millions.

In a life or death situation, I am confident, I could have closed the space and pounded him into submission before he could have got to the gun. But what are you going to do? I have kids. Not worth the risk. Sure, I had my own gun back in my truck, but what are you going to do? Get into a fucking shootout with some subhuman over this.

Who fucking brings a gun to a park in the daytime to walk their dogs. Fucking subhumans everywhere. This is what you have to watch out for. Private schools. LOL degree. Education. Humanity. Worth nothing to these school shooter proles. Watch yourself out there.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5708764&forum_id=2#48835518)