“First and foremost,” began Thelma Anderson, a legal activist from Dallas, “the one thing that I would ask for people to do at this moment is pray for the Anthony family because they have been legally lynched for the last year.”

This, sadly, is the mindset of the race pimps, the racial agitators, the racial arsonists — whatever you want to call them. But Anderson wasn’t finished: “And more so by this slaughterhouse of a courthouse, as well as the family of the Metcalfs. So the energy right now is very white supremacy. They have shown up to be the pigs that they display with hate.”

Anderson’s filthy comments came after Karmelo Anthony was rightly convicted and sentenced to prison for the cold-blooded murder of 17-year-old Austin Metcalf last year.

How about a prayer, Thelma, for the family who’ll never see their dear son grow up to honorable manhood?

Anderson wasn’t a one-off, though. “F**k Austin Metcalf! I hope he burns in hell!” came the vile chants from other pro-Anthony sickos, which they directed toward Metcalf’s teenage friends outside the courthouse. Others shouted they would “piss on [Metcalf’s] grave.”

And then there was soon-to-be-former Congresswoman Jasmine Crockett, who took to her “Clock It with Crockett” podcast to suggest that Anthony stabbed Metcalf with one of those tiny little Swiss Army knives with the handy tweezers and toothpick. “Yeah, like with the little scissors and everything and whatever,” she said. “So it was small. … Well, I would argue the size of it alone, you wouldn’t even think it’s a deadly weapon.”

It’s hard to know whether Crockett is just appallingly stupid or intentionally inflammatory, but I tend to think both.

“This was murder, plain and simple,” said the Collin County District Attorney’s office. “There was absolutely no space in that courtroom for anyone to come and play the race card. This case was never about race.”

I disagree. Folks kept saying this trial wasn’t about race, but it absolutely was about race. The proof? If Karmelo Anthony had stabbed a fellow black student to death that April day last year instead of a white student, this would’ve been a one-day story in the local paper. And there’d have been no racial agitators anywhere outside the courthouse because black agitators and their white leftist apologists don’t give a rip about black lives unless there’s a white victim involved. The inconvenient truth, as author and scholar Heather Mac Donald has written, is that blacks commit around 88% of the interracial black-white violence in this country. Moreover, according to the Bureau of Justice Statistics, black males aged 14-24 commit roughly 27% of the murders in this country despite constituting just 1% of the population. And further, the everyday genocide of black-on-black crime continues apace in our big cities, as it has for decades. But heaven forbid a young black man gets sent to prison for murdering a young white man.

This, sadly, is the rotten fruit of the Civil Rights era. It’s what our society gets for 60 years of government-sanctioned anti-white discrimination, and for continually telling black people that they’re the hopeless and permanent victims of white racism.

It wasn’t meant to be like this, of course. Men like Martin Luther King Jr. didn’t die so that young black men could feel empowered to behave antisocially and kill young white men with impunity. Men like John Lewis didn’t get their skulls split open on the Edmund Pettus Bridge so that the likes of Thelma Anderson and Jasmine Crockett could spout such despicable nonsense.

Sadly, though, despite their good and noble intentions — such as purging the Deep South of Democrat Jim Crow laws — the Civil Rights laws of the ‘60s have boomeranged on our society by elevating blacks to permanent victimhood at the expense of whites. Columnist Matt Walsh makes this point in a timely and necessary piece, although I strongly disagree with his assessment that this was “always the goal” of the Civil Rights movement.

Still, look where we are today. Is it merely a coincidence that while all these ostensibly beneficial civil rights laws have played out over the past half-century, black Texans have gone from being represented in Congress by the great Barbara Jordan to now being represented by the clownish Jasmine Crockett? I think not. Demand better, Black America. Demand a lot better.

Interestingly, there were a few pro-Karmelo Anthony protesters in front of the courthouse yesterday, but nothing like what we saw the day of the verdict and sentencing. That’s likely because most of those professional agitators were shuttled into McKinney, Texas, solely for the purpose of ginning up racial strife and hatred, or perhaps because it took them 24 hours to realize that their arguments have no merit whatsoever.

As the always-brave Larry Elder pointed out on Sean Hannity’s show last night, “Notice that you haven’t heard one word from Barack 'If I Had a Son He’d Look Like Trayvon’ Obama, not one word from Al ‘No Justice No Peace’ Sharpton, nothing about this case. Why? Because the facts and the law clearly point to guilt, and both these gentlemen know it. And they don’t want to get on the wrong side of people like Jasmine Crockett.”

I have a term for that sort of unwillingness to utter uncomfortable truths when they’re needed most: cowardice.