Blacks are a Problem

You can't share a civilisation with those who hate it

Austin Metcalf was just 17: an MVP football player, a 4.0 GPA student, a leader among his peers at Memorial High School, and a regular at Hope Fellowship Church's youth group—a kid doing everything right.

He was murdered during a UIL track meet on April 3rd by a Black student. Austin told the Black student to move seats, to which the student reached into his bag, pulled out a knife, drove it into Austin's heart, and ran away. Austin died in the arms of his identical twin brother, who tried to stop the bleeding before paramedics arrived.

This is nothing new, tragically; this type of story, we've heard it before, seen it throughout our lives, maybe close to home. Each time, we hope it'll be the last, but it never is. Because this is a pattern, and it's repeating itself all across the West

You see the side-by-side in this murder of the killer and the victim: on one side, you see a very handsome young man, and on the other, you see this ugly piece of shit scumbag. And there is something especially wicked about this dynamic.

Of course, the media won't show the face of the perpetrator because every time, they're going to be Black and they don't want people to create the obvious conclusion which should be created. But also, they don't show the side-by-side because they don't want people to see the stark contrast.

One of them had a future, was a winner, was, in many ways, a gift to the world. And on the other side, you have this ugly, deadbeat, worthless thug. And there is something especially heinous about someone ugly with no future, killing someone who is beautiful with a future. More heinous than, for example, if one productive person killed another productive person, if one civilisation waged war on another civilisation.

It's ugliness destroying beauty, chaos snuffing out order, and something that is echoing across our civilisation, which is that our beautiful cities are under siege by ugly people.

And I almost hate to even see it. I hate seeing a beautiful White face portrayed as a victim. Although we need to see the reality and awaken, on the other hand, I'm getting really sick and tired of broadcasting White people being killed, abused, and victimised.

It's something that offends my pride as a White person to constantly see Blacks as the predators and Whites as the prey; Blacks as the killers and Whites as the killed. Because on some level, you know that Black people take some sort of sick pride in the fact that we live in fear of them.

You can see it in the way they talk, the way they celebrate it in their rap music and media. There is a twisted satisfaction that we live in fear of their impulsive, reckless, senseless violence somewhere deep down, and it comes out when these things happen.

But what's even more offensive is the utter lack of justice. Here we are as White people trying to have order, peace, prosperity, beauty, and productivity. Here we are trying to have, in a word, civilisation. And we are not allowed to be left alone. We are being forced to live among people who refuse to be part of it, by people that actively resent it, spit on it, break it down every chance they get.

At the same time, we're being indoctrinated. A similar story happened in the United Kingdom: a young Black man stabbed a White girl to death. They adapted the story for a Netflix television show but showed a White boy who killed the girl because he was 'radicalised by Andrew Tate.'

Constantly, in movies, shows and ads, we are shown this same tired reversal. Black people portrayed as upright and virtuous, who act with integrity and conscience, and White people shown as rootless and abusive, with violent men, hysterical women, and racist children.

And surely, if Austin and his parents were racist, if we lived in a racist society, he'd still be alive today. He would still be walking the earth. Not only would his life be spared, and he would get to live out his full potential and story, but all the lives orbiting around him would not have been utterly destroyed: his twin brother will never recover from this. His parents will never recover.

It's self-inflicted; we're doing it to ourselves; we're telling ourselves this is okay; we're willing to tolerate trouble in paradise because of some sort of ideological commitment to equality or something like that. White guilt?

We have this persistent problem of brutal, merciless, senseless violence from adolescent Black men. It's a crisis no one wants to name, let alone confront honestly. So the question becomes: what do we do about this? How can we send a message?

For many, the instinct is vengeance, to meet violence with violence, but with the full authority of the state. We say: the death penalty. We say: justice, swift and public. We say: let the punishment match the crime. We look into the eyes of the killers and want to see the smugness wiped clean off their faces. So we imagine a spectacle, a public execution. Not out of cruelty, but as a symbol. A message.

And in following that very thought process, we just recreated the exact logic of the Klan, of vigilante justice, of the lynch mobs we hear so much about in the long history of race relations in the United States.

But that was racism. That was evil. That was the moral stain on America, a legacy rooted in the Klan. So if the way you're thinking now mirrors that same logic… if it leads to the same outcomes… then maybe something’s gone wrong. Maybe this framework, this emotional impulse masked as justice, is deeply flawed.

But I don't think in terms of cultural reflexes or moral shortcuts. I'm a free thinker. I don't think in terms of my seventh-grade classroom's mantra about right and wrong. I flip the narrative on its head and ask: What if we’ve misunderstood the whole thing from the start?

Take Emmett Till. Take the long list of victims of racially-charged mob justice. The dominant story tells us that White people were evil, prejudiced, and irrationally hateful toward Black people. That’s why slavery happened. That’s why lynchings happened. That’s why Emmett Till died. And from that, we conclude: White people owe something. A racial debt. We must bend over backward in the name of inclusion, apology, and reparation. We must quiet our voices, wipe our tears, and 'do the work.' But there are two sides to every story.

You may look at this Black killer and say: justice is death. The electric chair, or on the other end, a firing squad. That's what he deserves. And you're not wrong for thinking that.

But in a hundred years, when we're long gone, will they tell the truth about this? Or will there be a society that teaches in the history books that this was some sort of racial injustice? Are we going to hear the same sob story about how he was somehow the victim? Or how the allegations against him were false or drummed up because of racism?

Well, you wonder, what was it like a hundred years ago with Emmet Till and others? We're told he was an innocent boy killed over nothing. But the allegation at the time was that he beat and raped a White girl. And now, after all we've seen, what do you really think is more likely?

It's not about defending the Klan or whitewashing slavery. But I am saying this: in the long and tangled history of race, there isn't a one-sided tale of devils and angels. But somehow, we still cling to this sanitised narrative where Whites are always the perpetrators and Blacks are always the victims, where one group is inherently evil, and the other is inherently good.

That kind of thinking has soaked into everything. It warps how we understand history. And it blinds us from the reality in front of us. We're told that Whiteness is a curse, that evil runs in our blood, that we carry some ancestral guilt that must be atoned for endlessly. And so we kneel and apologise and 'hold space' and shut up and 'do the work'.

We've traded critical thinking for indoctrination. We've swapped moral clarity for guilt. And now we're tolerating a broken society—tolerating senseless violence because of what it might mean to speak plainly, to act firmly, to call evil what it is.

So we really have to ask ourselves what kind of society we want to live in. And I will tell you this as plainly as possible: I don't want to live around Black people. I just don't. It would be irresponsible if I had a wife and kids to live near Black people.

And that's not to say that every Black person is violent. But we know what's going on. And when you drive downtown in Chicago or London, you know who you have to look out for when you're worried about being carjacked or stabbed or catching a stray bullet from a gang shooting. Or who's going to pull up on the side of the road in broad daylight and literally shove a rifle in your face and steal your iPhone. We know who's doing it.

I don't want to live near them; I don't want to pretend that's normal; they make me nervous; they put me on edge. That's a survival instinct. That's the part of your brain that evolved for a reason—to protect you, to alert you to danger. And now we're supposed to ignore it? Numb it out because someone might get offended?

Poor Austin asked this Black teen to move from his seat—that's it. Just asked him to move. In response, the Black teen stabbed him to death. No second thoughts. Grabbed a knife from his bag and stabbed him in the heart. And then Austin's twin brother had to cradle the limp, lifeless, blood-soaked body of the only person on Earth who shared his face.

We just don't know. You're on public transport, you're walking downtown, you're at a streetlight, you don't know if the Black guy near you is one of the decent ones, or one of the ones who, at the drop of a hat, will summon a level of brutality so spontaneous, so senseless, so merciless, so alien to your understanding of human behaviour, that it leaves you stunned, or dead. And I'm not willing to risk my life to find out. It's not worth it to me.

See, we White people live for the long haul. We like to have kids, make plans, and invest in them emotionally and financially so they can have a future; we like to buy a house with a 30-year mortgage and pay the bills; we like to get married with an internal contract and a sacrament before God; we like to landscape our lawns and make them look nice.

And we're not actually willing to throw away our life over some stupid pissing contest on public transportation or on a sidewalk. But they are. They who are in and out of jail, they who make money from a life of petty crime, they who are going nowhere.

So here we are, a race of people living by the laws of man and civilisation, based on rationality and reason and shared morality, living alongside people who live by the rules of the jungle, instinct, impulse and unconscious decision-making. It doesn't work. It can't work.

You cannot have people living by the laws of man that are taught to share and be gentlemen and be considerate, taught to turn the other cheek and be Christian, people that are wearing business suits trying to make it to a 9AM board meeting, living alongside people that are shooting and killing to get to the top of the hill.

Because if Whites were to live by the same rules as the Blacks, it would look like Vikings: pillage and torment and ingenuity and innovation of brutality. But we don't live like that because it's wrong, and we've evolved past that.

You see day in and day out, our society being spoiled by barbarians, and it seems the only vocabulary White people use is to speak in terms of fairness. 'Well, this is really unfair because if we did this to them, they wouldn't be so happy, now, would they?' Isn't that ironic? Even in our anger, we're still thinking in terms of justice and empathy.

So we have to start thinking about what's best for us. I want to be alive; I want my family to be alive; I want my race to be alive; I want us to prosper. It's not enough to be alive. I want to be free from fear.

This is the 21st Century. There is no reason why we should fear taking public transportation that we pay for going to a high school football game that we pay for. We should thrive in a refined, advanced civilisation. And I want to achieve that at any cost within the confines of morality. But we must pursue absolute justice at absolutely any cost. And any liberal idea that gets in the way of justice for children who are being stabbed to death at school and shot is completely useless.

And any person that is preaching passivity and complacency and self-restraint in the face of an overt attack on our kind and our way of life needs to be done away with. We need a war-like mentality. And God bless us, we are merciful. But we can only have mercy after we have justice. Just like God. God doesn't say infinite compassion and no justice. God says, perfect justice, perfect mercy. In His justice, in His mercy.

Something needs to change. This needs to stop. I'm sick and tired of hearing about Black Lives Matter. It's not even a question anymore. The question is whether our lives matter. Do we get to survive? Do we get to prosper? Do we get to live free from fear? Or are we going to be cajoled and bullied into giving up our lives?

And they're not tough. They're cowardly. Austin confronted the man and probably got stabbed from behind. We've all seen the videos: White people get into an altercation with Black people, and 10 more of them jump in with knives or guns or sucker punch from behind. We, in our compassion, in our foolhardy bravery and pride, try and stand against them when they are cowardly and shameless.

You see these videos online: little Black kids are knocking over little White kids blocks; little Black kids are punching White guys in the balls; Black males are beating the elderly and stealing their belonings; Black teens are beating the shit out of helpless White girls who are crying their eyes out at highschool.

This is why people want nothing to do with them. We don't want to be in a situation where if we encounter a Black person, and he's safe, but we avoid him, we're racist; if he's not safe and we don't avoid him, then we're dead. We will just avoid them, then.

I don't want to enter into a quick time event every day that I go to work or my wife is walking the kids to the park. Is this a Black person who will put a gun to my head or a knife to my throat, threaten my wife and steal her belongings? Or is this one of the good ones? I don't want to live like Rambo, living at a heightened state of awareness where my blood is pumping at all times, waiting to be ambushed by maniacs.

The solution is obvious. We need to be separated. People talk about getting down to the bottom of the why. I don't care what the why is. Why are these people killing and stealing? I don't know. I don't care. They should figure it out—and I want to live with people who have already. So let's just build some walls around ourselves and be away from it. Let them have their world, and we'll have ours.

And when the powers that be decide to 'fix' it, they won't separate us; they'll just take away our rights. If they can't trust people not to kill and steal, they'll just treat everyone like a potential criminal. Surveillance cameras on every street corner, drones overhead, cops with body armour, metal detectors in every school. Rather than punishing the guilty, they'll restrict the innocent.

How do we stop mass incarcerating Blacks? We turn the whole country into a maximum security prison, and everybody will go back to their cells and live in a prison-proof world where there is bulletproof glass at McDonald's.

I grew up in a clean White suburb. I'm not somebody who just woke up one day and had animosity towards other races. But year after year, things are just getting worse, and nobody cares. Nothing ever changes. Our cities have gone to ruin. It's gone. And it drives reasonable people to this point.

White people need to get smart. Wake up. Get away from them; keep your loved ones safe; tell them the dangers; don't be afraid of being called racist.

'Oh, I'm not one of those racists. I'm not afraid of them.' - Famous last words.

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- AF