What Karmelo Anthony did was wrong. Just because you’re black does not excuse you from doing evil. Why do we only care about our people when they get locked up or when they put into the ground?! We have to steer them away so nothing like this happens! Karmelo is guilty and was rightly sentenced!
They made me sign a waiver before the wings arrived.
A paper. To eat. As though courage came with a release form.
The cheerful waiter set the plate down like a man delivering a verdict. "These are the Infernos. Most people tap out. There's milk if you need it."
I looked at the milk. The milk looked back. We understood each other. Neither of us would be needed tonight.
"I will not be requiring the milk," I said.
The first bite arrived like a small sunrise behind the eyes.
(My tongue filed a formal complaint. My eyes opened a second one. I overruled them both.)
A man does not ask the fire to be gentler. He only becomes harder to burn.
I did not reach for water. I did not wave a hand before my mouth. I sat, straight-backed, and ate the Infernos one by one, the way a man receives ten thousand letters of bad news without changing his face.
Beside me, a college boy attempting the same challenge was weeping openly into a napkin. So, between bites, I turned to him and said, calmly, that the fire is not the enemy — the wish for it to stop is the enemy. He stared. Then he picked up another wing.
When the waiter returned, expecting wreckage, he found an empty plate and a samurai sitting in perfect, sweating peace.
"...sir. You want the wall? You're on the wall now. People take a photo."
I rose. I bowed to the plate. I bowed to the kitchen, where unseen hands had forged so worthy a trial.
"Thank you for the fire," I told them.
Then I turned to the room and said, with smoke still somewhere in my soul:
"Comfort teaches a man nothing. Bless the meal that fights back."
The college boy lifted his last wing like a torch. The cook came out to shake my hand. The whole table behind me began, softly, to applaud the strange calm man who had thanked them for the burning.
I walked out into the cool evening, mouth aflame, heart entirely at peace.
A small fire, faced well, is just another way to know you are alive.
“Y’all wanna play deese games, fuck White lives, how bout dat”
My White brothers and sisters, never forget how they feel about you.
Never forget how the media helped them.
Never let your guard down and never relax around them.
@rustyrockets Lame.
Travesty of justice.
Austin Is dead. Period.
This little punk waste of human skin should be subject to the same future as his dead victim.
I practice law in Collin County, Texas.
Karmelo Anthony will be convicted and sentenced to life in prison.
As he should.
He murdered that boy because he was raised to hate white people and to view himself as a victim in every situation.
It’s a culture thing.
In life, you may face challenges, such as being told you are in someone else's seat, or accidentally stealing someone else's parking spot. Maybe you grabbed the wrong takeout order. You may get confronted. My advice is, don't stab them in the heart about it. You will go to prison. I know this is a tricky concept for stupid people to comprehend, but it is actually a very simple equation of cause and effect.