Charles Metcalf Jr Endorses Ted James for La Dem Party Chair

I would like to announce my endorsement of Edward C. “Ted” James II in his bid for Chair of the Louisiana State Democratic Party.

Ted James, in his decade as a state legislator has publicly pushed back against racist remarks from a Democrat District Attorney, voted in favor of pro-LGBTQ and pro-cannabis legislation, voted against highly publicized unconstitutional anti-abortion bills, challenged police brutality and called for incarceration reform, sponsored restoring voting rights to people convicted of felonies, co-sponsored the call for unaminous consent on juries, supported sanctuary cities, and fought to remove criminal history questions from job applications. All of this, and still fought against Covid-19 from a hospital bed, while so many in our state have disingenuously ignored the severity of this pandemic.

There are some who say that the Chair of our state party should not be someone currently holding office. I believe that is merely an excuse to avoid discussing the all important policy positions of a candidate. For any person seeking to lead our state party over the next four years, their record matters. Their policies matter. And Ted James has been remarkably consistent in fighting for those most disenfranchised in our society. His record is clear for all to see.

Ted James does not back down from the Good Fight. He does not avoid calling out corruption and hypocrisy, even within his own party. He is just the sort of leader our party needs at this time. If we want to see our party stand up for real progress, then I encourage my fellow Democratic State Central Committee members to vote for Ted James as our new Chair on August 29. Let’s all join Ted James on the right side of so many Good Fights.

Charles Metcalf Jr
DSCC 033B, Sulphur

July 20, 2020

Let’s Get Radical!

Let’s Get Radical!

By Charles Metcalf Jr

Over the last several years, over the last couple decades really, as my social and political views have moved further Left, I get called “radical” a lot. That my radical views are too progressive, too extreme, to ever be taken seriously. While I do rather like the idea of being a so-called radical, I find it strange that my opinions are considered so out of touch. So I should like to take a moment to consider what I actually believe in.

I believe that Healthcare should be free at the point of service for everyone. Because our lives, and the lives of those we love, are not commodities like a cell phone or a car or anything else we don’t really need but choose to buy because we want it. Just because someone gets cancer does not mean they should be burdened with anxiety over potentially losing everyone they have just to pay for treatment, or dying because they simply can not pay for it. This is why I support Medicare For All.

I believe that public college and trade schools should be tuition free, just like public k-12 schools have been for most of our lives. Just because someone was born into nearly inescapable poverty does not mean they should not be given the ability to make a better life for themselves.

I believe all workers deserve a living wage. You might think a burger flipper is an unskilled worker, but I guarantee they work harder, and under more stressful conditions, at work and home than the CEO of the fast food chain. Just because a daycare worker or a janitor doesn’t seem as ambitious to someone as a Wall Street banker buying their new yacht does not mean they don’t deserve to be paid enough to survive and save for their future.

I believe that just because a family decided to cross our southern border in search of a better life, just as many of our ancestors did before America was given a name and expanded westward eating up Indigenous lands, does not mean we should separate their children and detain them in horrible conditions. Immigrants deserve to be treated not just as humans, but as neighbors, and not as some insurgent enemy.

I believe that hatred should never be celebrated. Racism isn’t something to be proud of. Anti-LGBTQ views does not make someone superior. If you believe that there are good people on the side of Neo-Nazis and the KKK then you have simply failed morally as a human being. Just because you feel annoyed at people pointing out the hatred they see everyday does not mean it hasn’t been there all along, ignored for decades by those unaffected by it and left out of social conversation by those most at risk of retaliation for challenging it.

I believe our environment should be protected from those who seek to exploit it and pollute it in the pursuit of financial gain. We have the technology to move towards clean, renewable energy. What our corporate-controlled system lacks is the economic incentive to invest in it right now, if ever. Oil and natural gas companies have too much money tied up to just change course on their own. Just because Nestle uses our natural public bodies of water for free, with tax exemptions, to bottle up and sell back to us, does not mean we have to just accept that as the way it should be.

I believe our government should work for The People. As it was intended. It should ensure our safety, not just in times of war, but in times of commonplace hardship. In our Declaration of Independence, we specifically named the inalienable rights that we believe we are afforded by birth. These rights include Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

The pursuit of happiness. I believe than in order to pursue happiness, in the most inalienable way, is to do so without fear of bankruptcy from terminal illness. Without fear of poverty. Without fear of homelessness. Without fear of backlash over whom we fall in love with. Without fear of violence over the color of our skin, or our gender identity, or our religion. Without fear of pollution and the sickness it brings. Without fear of a world that stigmatizes mental and physical health conditions. Without fear of failure due to the wealthiest in our country stacking all the decks in their favor.

Some say these beliefs make me a radical.

The definition of a radical is a person who advocates thorough or complete political or social reform, relating to or affecting the fundamental nature of something. Our entire socioeconomic system has only served to benefit the most wealthy and powerful, while forcing everyone else to be either just a cog in the machinery, or something seen as even less than that. This system needs to change. Also, when I was a kid, I learned from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles that radical meant “excellent” or “awesome.” So yes, I am more than happy to consider myself excellently radical.

I have a radical love for my family. I have a radical love for the arts, science, creativity, innovation. I have a radical love for humanity. I have a radical love for our planet. I have a radical love of the potential of our collective future.

I understand that we need big and bold plans to get to a better world for us all. We need real ambition and passion. We need radical. Radical should be our default setting.

And now we should all turn our radical up to 11. Make the changes our world really needs. And then we can go out for pizza.


Text © 2020 Charles Metcalf Jr. All rights reserved.

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The Way Out Is Through: a survival story

The Way Out Is Through: a survival story

By Charles Metcalf Jr

Warning: This story contains graphic details of sexual assault and may not be suitable for some readers.

There is no denying that we are living in changing times. While organized activism has been paving the way for progress on everything from the climate crisis to voting rights to economic inequality, the #MeToo Movement, the Kavanaugh hearings, the Epstein and Weinstein cases, and the Surviving R Kelly documentary have all helped recently to shine a light on the mostly overlooked Rape Culture that permeates our society. While it has been inspiring seeing women stand up to share their stories of sexual assault, the silence from men who have been victimized has been deafening. A few people, such as actor Terry Crews, have spoken up about their personal experiences. While we know the statistics, that 1 in 3 women, and 1 in 6 men, experience some form of contact sexual violence in their lifetime (CDC National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey: 2010-2012 state report), the instances of men actually speaking out is so rare, it is generally believed that such assaults are also quite rare. But we are all starting to learn that this simply isn’t the case.

It is important for both women AND men to share their stories, when they feel comfortable doing so, and for the rest of us to listen and empathize. A disturbing trend I have noticed lately is a large number of people reacting to such stories with disinterest, if not actual vitriol.

Conservatives called foul during the hearings of supreme court appointee Brett Kavanaugh, attempting to cast doubt on the claims of sexual assault victim Dr Christine Blasey Ford. Fans and associates of musical artist R. Kelly came out in force, denying the allegations of his victims. And more recently, liberals have been downplaying the accusations against former Vice President Joe Biden. It has been disturbing to watch how large segments of society react negatively towards alleged victims of sexual harassment and assault, which further reinforces the culture of not coming forward out of fear of unwarranted backlash.

It was this fear that has kept me silent for twenty years. I was not comfortable sharing my own story before. But I am so disappointed in how these stories continue to be downplayed, I feel emboldened to finally speak up.

Content warning: sexual harassment, sexual assault.

Twenty years ago, I was pulled into a situation which I had no idea would escalate as quickly or as far as it did. I want to share my story, for the first time. Names are excluded. Events have not been embellished. It has taken me years to come to grips with the fact that I am a victim of sexual assault, and accepting what effects that has had on me. This is not easy for me. It’s never easy for anyone.

In 1999, at the age of 20, I was just starting my first real job, delivering auto parts around Natchez, Mississippi, a small Antebellum city that had long given up trying to stay relevant in a contemporary world. Natchez, a city on a bluff overlooking the Mississippi River, is made up of a combination of meticulously preserved but seemingly ancient mansions, deeply impoverished neighborhoods, fast food restaurants, and golf courses. It is a haven for wealthy retired white men, and a poverty trap for so many other people. It is part of the Mississippi Delta region, where a history of slavery and systemic racism helped give birth to the Blues. It is a place where once sacred indigenous lands with countless “Indian burial mounds” are now tourist attractions. A great place to start a journey on the infamous Hot Tamale Trail, but not so great for forward thinking socioeconomic progress.

I was just this awkward kid. I was 20, but still so incredibly naive. I had a girlfriend. I played guitar in a rock band. I spent a lot of free time writing stories and recording songs. I had a future of endless possibilities unrolling before me. I had been considered fairly weird for a number of years, and while I got along with people well enough, it was still pretty obvious I was out of touch with my surroundings at most given moments.

It was my first year attempting to figure out who I really was. Who I was going to be. And it was the year that a certain police officer took a disturbing interest in me.

The Officer was a woman of color, a decade older than me, probably a handful of years more. She was in an apparently strained relationship with a coworker of mine, another woman of color around the same age as The Officer. The Officer was at my workplace regularly, and at first her behavior towards me seemed mostly harmless. Comments about how cute I was, or asking if I had ever dated a black girl, became common. She would usually laugh it off, and I would too, but after a few months it wasn’t particularly funny anymore. It was just annoying.

When she began playing with my hair or pinching and cupping my butt when no one was looking, I became more and more uncomfortable. Other people noticed, and would joke about it. In front of me. In front of her. She would laugh. I would laugh. But I didn’t want to. It had been going on so long, several months, and it seemed harmless to most people, it was just one of those things people joked about to make the work day go by a little faster.

This continued for about a year, until one day something else happened. The Officer and my coworker were going through a bit of a rough time. The Officer hadn’t been around my workplace for weeks. But she saw me while I was making a delivery. She followed me to a fast food restaurant, where I had stopped for a drink and fries. She approached me, in full uniform, while I was sitting in my work vehicle. She knocked on the window, and I rolled it down. It started with small talk, but the way she was looking at me, with very intense eyes, and that disturbing half grin, it immediately put me on edge. She reached in to tussle my hair, asking did I miss her coming around. Asking what time I was getting off. Asking about the coworker she was currently separated from. Then she reached down and grabbed my crotch. She said “You have no idea what I could do to a pretty boy like you.”

I told her I needed to get back to work, and she held firm for a minute, then let go. “I will be seeing you around,” she said, with a huge smile. She returned to her patrol car. I was mortified. I had no one I felt comfortable to speak to about this. I figured no one would believe it. She was a police officer. And as far as most people were concerned, she was a lesbian. Why would she want to mess with some nerdy hippie guy? I knew no one would take it serious. So I avoided making unnecessary stops anywhere for several days. If I noticed her cruiser parked at my job, I would continue driving for another fifteen minutes or so, until she was gone. I would frequently get verbal reprimands for taking longer than necessary on my deliveries. I was determined to avoid The Officer at all costs, but she caught up to me again about a while later.

I had heard through my coworker, that she and The Officer had been fighting a lot over the phone. The Officer met me outside of a business after I had made a delivery, and she asked me to follow her someplace. She said she wanted to talk about the coworker, and wanted me to give her something. She seemed very emotional, and I took pity on her, and agreed to follow.

She drove her patrol car a few miles and parked on the side of an abandoned building, like an old workshop. I parked beside her, and she got out of her patrol car and got into the passenger seat of my work vehicle. It was obvious she had been crying, and I asked her if she was okay. She said yes, and took my hand. She pulled me towards her and put my hand on her thigh.

“I would fuck your whole world up, you know that?” She asked me.

I sat quietly, as she gave me that unsettling grin.

“I am sure you could” I said.

She laughed and moved my hand to her crotch, pressing my palm hard against her. With her other hand she grabbed my crotch. I wanted to ask her to stop, like so many other times. I wondered if I had stopped her a year ago, if it may not have escalated. But I was scared to death of this woman. I was scared of her badge, her gun, and her forcefulness. I was scared of her authority.

She urged me to pull my pants down, and she fondled me. She performed oral sex on me. After a few minutes, she sat up and said “I want to watch you.”

She wanted to watch me pleasure myself, as she put her hand down the front of her pants. When we both finished, we just sat there for a while, sweating and breathing heavy. She pulled up her pants. I pulled up my own, and said nothing.

The Officer got out of the vehicle, tucked her shirt in, and composed herself. “That was fun” she said, smiling at me. She got back into her patrol car and left.

I returned to work, and was berated by my boss for taking so long to get back. I told him I stopped for food. He instructed me to start eating while I drive. If I had told him the truth, who knows what the outcome would have been.

A few weeks later, The Officer and my coworker moved back in together. The first few days The Officer dropped by my workplace, she didn’t say anything to me. Didn’t mess with me at all. I thought perhaps she had gotten whatever it was out of her system, and was concentrating on her relationship with my coworker.

I was wrong.

After work sometime later, after dark, we ran into each other at a convenient store. She was off duty, in regular clothes. She grinned at me, waiting in line, but didn’t say anything. She made her purchase, and went outside. She was waiting when I came out. “Come see” she said, walking to her vehicle.

“You gotta be somewhere?” She asked.

“I was just going home,” I said. “I just got off.”

“Come hang out with me,” she said.

“I really can’t,” I said. “Not tonight.”

She looked at me, unamused. Opened her passenger door and said “Get in, I just want to talk. Five minutes.”

I got in, and watched as she walked around and got into the driver seat. “Why are you so shy?” She asked.

I responded, “I don’t know.”

She started the car, and drove back to my workplace. The store was closed, everyone was gone. She parked around back, beside the garbage dumpster. She told me to get in the back seat. She joined me there, and took off her shirt and bra, put my hands on her breasts. She told me to kiss them, and I did. She told me to bite her nipples, and I did. She unbuttoned my pants, and once again performed oral sex on me. This time she didn’t stop until I finished.

“I love fucking with you” she said, smiling.

She took off her pants. She asked me if I wanted her. I replied that I should really be getting home. I pulled away from her, and we both got dressed. She drove me back to my car. I went home, and cried myself to sleep. I had no idea what I should do.

Sometime later, I went to my boss’ house after work, to watch the premiere of the new season of South Park. For the first time ever, I told someone some of what had happened. I didn’t tell him everything. Just that The Officer had started groping me, telling me she wanted to do things to me. My boss said I shouldn’t worry about it. He said The Officer had been dealing with some shit with my coworker. That she probably doesn’t mean anything by it. That she is probably just blowing off steam. Knowing that I had recently become single, my boss said “Just enjoy the attention. Live a little.”

I knew I couldn’t tell him everything. I couldn’t tell anyone.

I felt especially awful for my coworker. She seemed to love The Officer a great deal, despite how toxic their relationship obviously was at times. She admitted to catching her with other women, which led to fights, but my coworker always forgave her. She seemed depressed a lot. I wanted to tell her what had happened. But I had no idea how she might react. What she might be capable of, or what The Officer might be capable of, in retaliation.

The Officer continued to stop by my workplace a few times a week. Usually ignoring me, but occasionally grabbing my butt, or making a joke to amuse whoever was around. “Looking cute today,” she would say. Smiling wide and licking her lips. Everyone would laugh. “Better watch out” they would say. “She is sweet on you.”

If they only knew the truth.

Other than that, she never attempted to meet up with me. It was like the physical escalation had never occured, and she had returned to the creepy flirtation that started it all.

A few months later, I was in a new relationship. Not long after that, I was engaged, and moved away from Natchez, Mississippi. While the experience with The Officer wasn’t my driving factor in leaving, it certainly cemented my awareness that I did not belong there. With a lot of personal issues and creative dreams, I could not stay where I was.

Unfortunately, this respite from Natchez did not last long. After a few months, I returned there. Married, with a child on the way. I got my old job back, and fell back into familiar routines. I was frustrated by my inability to escape that life. I was disappointed by my creative projects fizzling out. The Officer still came around for a while, though her relationship with her coworker was just as chaotic as before. I saw her less and less, and her flirtations slowly came to an end. Eventually she gave little more than a smile and a “good morning.” Eventually, I changed jobs, and somehow managed to never run into her again.

Life got pretty busy for me over the next decade, and while I did not dwell much on those experiences, they certainly stayed with me.

In 2007, I released my first book, a very graphic horror novel titled “The Horns Of Evangelina,” under the pseudonym Chuck Morgue. The book features occult activity and a lot of perversion. I feel compelled to note the story features a police officer who is very morally problematic, and a female antagonist who sexually assaults the central male character. Not exactly what happened to me, but certainly echoes of that experience.

I never considered myself a victim. I bought into the type of rhetoric that insisted “men can’t be raped” and “if you are aroused then you must be enjoying it.” I just thought I was a guy who spent a few years dealing with an uncomfortable situation. As someone who was bullied relentlessly from childhood into my teens, this just seemed like more of the same. Only different.

After coming to grips with my own problematic shortcomings over the years, and reading stories from sexual assault survivors of all genders, I realize now there isn’t really a sliding scale for this sort of thing. Someone’s personal experience is not diminished by that of someone else.

At 40 years old, I finally feel comfortable with admitting what happened to me. Admitting that I am a victim. I am a survivor. And it pains me to know I never did anything about it then. But it’s also a relief, knowing it had a lot to do with how much I fear (not just distrust) police officers even now. The experience scarred me more than I ever realized.

I never explicitly said “No.” But I did not consent. I bit my tongue, out of fear of whatever repercussions could come my way. Unless I could prove I was actually raped, the statute of limitations ran out over a decade ago. Either way, I am not really interested in revenge. I am not interested in justice. But I am not interested in finding it within myself to forgive this person, either. The Officer would be in her mid to late 50s now and I don’t even remember her last name. I don’t know if she still lives there. I don’t know if she is still a cop. I don’t know if she is still involved with that coworker. There are many years, and many miles, between there and then, and here and now.

I have only stayed in touch with one coworker from that time, and he has remembers The Officer’s fixation with me, though he admits to never knowing it went beyond the joking and playful flirtation. Which means likely no one else did either. My boss apparently took what little I told him to his grave. At least I know people weren’t just sitting around gossiping about it. But I also regret how easily The Officer hid all of her actions. And I regret how easily I hid my emotions.

The point of this is not to detract at all from the experiences of anyone else who has survived sexual assault and harassment. I only wanted to share my experience, and show solidarity. I understand how hard it is to come forward when you have been so inhumanely wronged. So violated. I understand the effect it can have on the rest of your life, even if it takes years to really admit it to yourself.

I know there are people who will insist I have made this up. And I know there are people who have dealt with similar and much worse situations, who are still keeping it to themselves. I just want to join the countless others who have spoken up over time, letting everyone else know they are not alone.

Even though, on some days, memories of what happened me, remembered at the wrong moment, can make me feel more alone than I have ever been. But atleast I can talk about it now. I only hope others can also finally find the strength to do the same, when they are ready.

© 2019 Charles Metcalf Jr. All rights reserved.

How To Save Free Speech and Our Louisiana Environment

How To Save Free Speech And Our Louisiana Environment

Charles Metcalf Jr, 09/06/2018

On August 1, 2018, a new state law targeting anti-pipeline protesters went into effect in Louisiana. The law declares pipelines and associated work equipment to be “critical infrastructure” along with water treatment plants and the power grid and makes trespassing on pipeline construction sites a serious crime, even if these sites are on private land where the landowners have given permission for people to gather. “Disrupting” a pipeline’s “operations” could land you in prison for up to 20 years. The law is clearly aimed at the Water Protectors in Louisiana, many of whom are part of local indigenous communities, who routinely bring construction of the Bayou Bridge Pipeline to a temporary halt with colorful — and peaceful — acts of civil disobedience. The law essentially repeals the First Amendment, which guarantees American citizens the right of peaceful assembly.

In April 2018, state representative Major Thibaut (D, LA18, New Roads), introduced HB 727, a bill titled “Provides relative to unauthorized entry of and criminal damage to a critical infrastructure.” The bill was cosponsored overwhelmingly by Republican lawmakers, but also by Democratic state representatives John Anders (LA-21, Vidalia), Robert Billiot (LA-83, Westwego), Mike Danahay (LA-33, Sulphur), Bernard LeBas (LA-38, Ville Platte), Barbara Norton (LA-03, Shreveport), and state senators Gerald Boudreaux (LA-24, Lafayette), Eric LaFleur (LA-28, Ville Platte), and Francis Thompson (LA-34, Delhi).

In May 2018, the finalized bill and amendments changing the language to further specify critical infrastructure, passed the state senate with a 31-4 vote (another 4 senators were absent), and then passed the state house with a 88-1 vote (15 representatives were absent).

The legislation was supported and pushed by ALEC, the American Legislative Exchange Council. Through ALEC, corporations hand state legislators their wishlists to benefit their bottom line. Corporations fund almost all of ALEC’s operations. They pay for a seat on ALEC task forces where corporate lobbyists and special interest reps vote with elected officials to approve “model” legislation, one of which titled “The Critical Infrastructure Protection Act” has been used to write state legislation around the country, including Louisiana’s HB 727.

A quick look at the donor lists of Louisiana state legislators shows a lot of campaign money coming from the same corporations that partner with ALEC, including Koch Industries and big oil and natural gas companies. Corporations that stand to make a huge profit off of these sorts of pipelines, at the expense of our local people and wildlife, have bought influence within our state legislature, giving them a voice much louder than the actual citizens. HB 727 is the sort of legislation that keeps corporate interests happy, and keep donations and other perks flowing to state lawmakers. It was signed into law by Democratic governor John Bel Edwards, who has supported ALEC-engineered Right Wing legislation for years, and recently addressed an ALEC conference in New Orleans.

This law directly impacts indigenous water protectors fighting the Bayou Bridge Pipeline, a crude oil pipeline being built by Energy Transfer Partners through our Atchafalaya Basin. The pipeline is being built across 170 miles of Southeast Louisiana, including the Atchafalaya Basin, America’s largest river basin swamp. The pipeline will directly impact 600 acres of Louisiana’s disappearing wetlands, threaten nearly 700 waterbodies, and jeopardize the drinking water sources of over 300,000 people. and will have serious, unintended consequences for Louisiana landowners, fishers and hunters.

Energy Transfer Partners has a horrible track record, with its pipelines spilling once every 11 days, on average. ETP was brought into the spotlight due to its Dakota Access Pipeline which was opposed by the indigenous communities whose land and water it threatened. The Dakota Access Pipeline spilled 4 times in 2017. This bill would have made the Standing Rock protests largely illegal.

It was warned this legislation would have drastic consequences for all Louisiana citizens. There are thousands of miles of pipelines cross-cutting Louisiana’s wetlands, private property, and public waterways. Fishers and farmers cross industry pipelines on a daily basis – this legislation puts them at risk of felony conviction for simple trespass. Landowners who have had property expropriated through eminent domain could unintentionally damage a pipeline on their private property and risk a felony conviction. These harsh punishments put everyday Louisianans at risk of serious, life-altering charges.

The responsibility of our state legislators is to protect the interests and freedoms of their constituents, not corporations. Water protectors engaging in peaceful protest, as well as members of the press, have not only been arrested, but have been physically assaulted by police and private security, most recently on private land in St Martinville Parish where they were given permission to protest by the land owner. This is an assault on our civil liberties, our environment, and our faith in our government as representative of the people.

What Louisiana needs, now more than ever, is a new crop of state legislators. People with integrity and heart, who are uncorrupted by corporate influence. People who put the interests of the community and the environment above the apathetic capitalist machinations of organizations like ALEC and the corporations and lawmakers who benefit from them.

I have detailed previously the process of running for state legislature. How average citizens can take back our state government from the greedy privileged few. It’s not enough to simply flip the state blue. We must swing it to the Left. We must eradicate the corporate stranglehold on our beloved state. We can fix this. We MUST fix this. So that future generations may be able to enjoy the natural beauty of Louisiana without the shadow of greed and corruption lingering over them.

For more info on how to help support the Water Protectors on the ground in Louisiana, please visit, donate, and find out how to volunteer at

To contact your state officials in the state legislature with concerns about this important issue, find their contact info and

To register to vote and make your voice heard at the ballot box visit

Sources for information used in this post:

HB 727 to criminalize Bayou Bridge protests supported by ALEC, contributions from companies connected to project



How To Legalize Marijuana In Louisiana


How To Legalize Marijuana In Louisiana (And Accomplish Other Progressive Goals)

Charles Metcalf Jr, 08/26/2018

“They will never legalize marijuana, not in a million years.”

I heard that a lot growing up. But despite those naysayers, I have been pleasantly surprised to watch as several states decriminalized marijuana, boosting their economies and putting to rest much of the stigma surrounding the plant and it’s use. This is progress long overdue, but still moving along much too slow.

Do you want to know why marijuana is unlikely to be legalized in Louisiana anytime soon? Because our elected officials in the state legislature are bought off. A vast majority of those serving in the Louisiana state house and senate receive contributions from the pharmaceutical industry. An industry that makes a lot of money off of medical marijuana. Most of the same elected officials who fight back against any attempts to legalize recreational marijuana, vote in favor of medical marijuana legislation. Because it helps their donors. And keeps our jail cells full of people who can’t afford to make bail, which puts their jobs and personal lives in danger.

So how do we get these officials to stop accepting corporate money from the pharmaceutical industry? Short answer, we can’t. But there is something we CAN do: Run for office and replace them.

In November 2019, we have the opportunity to flip the script, and take our state legislature away from corporate interests. If enough of us run for office, on a vow to not accept corporate contributions, and a promise to support marijuana decriminalization, I firmly believe we can win and change the social and economic landscape of our state for the next four years.

In February of 2018, Louisiana State Representative Edmond Jordan, a Democrat representing State House District 29 in Baton Rouge, introduced a bill (HB 274) which would have decriminalized marijuana in Louisiana. The bill went nowhere, because no one wanted it to go anywhere. It was effectively shelved. If enough pro-legalization candidates can win seats in 2019, we can not only bring this bill to the floor for a vote, but we can make sure it continues on to become law.

So what can YOU do to make a difference? YOU CAN RUN. Have you ever heard of people discouraged from running for office simply because someone told them they aren’t qualified. That they aren’t wealthy, or connected in very particular social circles? Well that is just ridiculous. Do you want to know the qualifications for running for Louisiana State Legislature?

The qualifications are pretty simple:

1. Are you 18 or older?

2. Have you lived at the same address (or within the same district) for at least a year? And have you lived in Louisiana at least two years?

That’s all. That is the entirety of qualifications for becoming a state legislator in Louisiana. So, why don’t more ordinary people run for office?

Part of the reason many people feel discouraged to run for state legislature is the low pay of the position. Louisiana state legislators receive an annual salary of $16,800 a year, plus a $6,000 a year expense allowance. They also receive $156 per day when traveling to the state capitol or elsewhere for legislative matters, or when traveling for official conferences or events. All in all, this amounts to the pay expected of a rather low paying job. Which is why the majority of lawmakers in our state are either older, retired individuals, people who are independently wealthy, or people with other careers as lawyers or doctors. This seemingly exclusive establishment benefits from common, everyday people deciding not to pursue a campaign for office. These people keep their positions of power, and pass laws to benefit themselves and their wealthy friends and supporters.

Another reason people feel discouraged is the overwhelming idea that you must be able to raise a ton of money to run a campaign for office. Many people will tell you that it takes big money to run for office. And for decades, that has been true. Politicians have become accustomed to raising hundreds of thousands of dollars from wealthy donors seeking to influence laws in our state. The money gets spent on nice suits, fancy campaign signs, TV and radio commercials, etc. It usually becomes a race to see who can raise more money. And that sort of thinking needs to stop. Money doesn’t vote on election day. Candidate yard signs and t-shirts don’t vote on election day. PEOPLE vote on election day. And all you have to do is get your message, and your name, to those voters in your district. This will include spending a few hundred dollars on a voter list, and finding friends and family who will volunteer for your campaign. Spend several months prior to election day going to public events to meet people. Go to your local city council meetings, sporting events, art shows, concerts, carnivals. Anywhere there is sure to be a large number of people who live in your district. Print up some flyers, with your photo and a short biography explaining why you are running and what you stand for. Give those flyers to everyone you meet. Make a Facebook page for your campaign, and invite everyone to Like it and follow along on your journey. It may seem overwhelming at first, and many people will attempt to talk you out of it. They will say you aren’t the sort of person who runs for office. Not the sort of person who wins. Just smile, thank them for their opinion, and PROVE THEM WRONG.

There are some costs to running for office, however.

If you want to run for State Representative, you will be required to pay $225.00 to get your name on the ballot. If you want to run as a Democrat or Republican, there is a fee of $112.50 each to both the state and your local parish offices of whatever party you register as. In total, $450 will get you on the ballot. If you are running as an independent or third party, all you need is that initial $225.00. If you want to avoid that initial fee, then you can download a petition, and gather 400 signatures of registered voters in your district. Then all you have to pay are the fees to the party you choose.

If you want to run for State Senate, you will be required to pay $300.00 to get your name on the ballot. If you want to run as a Democrat or Republican, there is a fee of $150.00 each to both the state and your local parish offices of whatever party you register as. In total, $600 will get you on the ballot. If you are running as an independent or third party, all you need is that initial $300.00. If you want to avoid that initial fee, then you can download a petition, and gather 500 signatures of registered voters in your district. Then all you have to pay are the fees to the party you choose.

Of course if you have the desire to raise more money, to spend on bumper stickers, yard signs, or whatever you want to help your campaign, that is fine. Ask for donations from family and friends, raise money online, hold a BBQ fundraiser, whatever you want! Just please don’t accept anything from corporate entities. You don’t want to be tempted to sell out on your principles. You should want to run a campaign free from corruption. Otherwise, the sky is the limit, so do what feels most comfortable for you.

You CAN do this. We all can. Those in power know that, and want to stop us from taking all the control away from them. Look up your State Representative and State Senator. Look them all up, and you will notice a trend among many of them. The vast majority of our elected officials are older, wealthy, straight white men. The pay for serving in office if you win is pretty low. You will make about $20,000 a year. This low wage keeps the average citizen from considering to run, and allows the independently wealthy to stay in power. They don’t need that money. They have plenty. And get plenty more from their corporate friends. They think they have the whole game rigged. PROVE THEM WRONG.

Run for office. When you win, treat it as a second part-time job. You can still work your regular job, or continue going to school, or whatever it is you currently do, as long as you aren’t using the elected position to help your business. Being in office opens a lot of doors to a lot of opportunities. You will meet a lot of very interesting people. Some good, some not so much. And you will be working to make a real difference in our state. And setting a new standard that says that all of us are capable of running for office, winning, and serving the greater good.

And that includes legalizing marijuana. Or increasing funding for education and healthcare. Or supporting legislation to help the homeless. To help veterans. To fight for higher wages. To save our deteriorating coastline. To fix our roads. To make our criminal justice system truly fair.

Obviously, this is about more than just marijuana. It’s about real progress for everyone. There really is no excuse for so many people to sit on the sidelines, watching as a minority of wealthy individuals pass laws to benefit themselves and their even wealthier donors, all at our expense. I am asking you to take that bold step into a better future for us all.

To help get you started, first visit and click on Voter Registration Information, then Search By Voter. Type in your name, zip code, and birth month/year, then under Quick Links click on My Districts. There you will find all the different districts you are registered to vote in. You will see Senate (mine is 27) and Representative (mine is 33). Write those down. You can find who currently holds those seats on the GeauxVote site, or you head over to or to find out more about your current state legislators and whether or not they stand for the same principles as you.

So what are you waiting for? Get your name out there. Get your message out there. Let us all help each other take our state back from the wealthy, power-hungry corporations. Put Louisiana back into the hands of the people.

© 2018 Charles Metcalf Jr. All Rights Reserved. Apologies to Richard Linklater, Matthew McConaughey, and Rory Cochrane for the rather ridiculous meme. You just gotta keep livin, man. L-I-V-I-N.

Louisiana Democratic Party Accepts Immigrant Policy Resolution

On Saturday, August 18, 2018, the Louisiana Democratic State Central Committee met in the state House chamber in Baton Rouge to vote on candidate endorsements and resolutions. It was a proud moment for me, as my first resolution to the state party was introduced, voted on, and passed unanimously.

For some time now, I have been disgusted by the actions of our government in regards to the treatment of immigrants at our southern border. Day after day, we see stories of children separated from their families, many never being reunited again. It’s disappointing and embarrassing, the depths to which our society has morally sunk.

While there is little any of us can do individually to rectify this problem, I did the one thing within my power. I wrote “A Resolution In Support Of Keeping Migrant Families Together” which did more than just address the separation issue. I wanted to fully condemn the inhumane treatment of immigrants seeking refuge and asylum in our country, a policy which is a slap in the face of our Statue of Liberty and the welcoming words inscribed with her.

The passing of this resolution means it is an official position of the Louisiana Democratic Party. While individual office holders are free to treat the issue however they see fit (or however their donors see fit, in many circumstances), I feel it is nonetheless a small victory for human rights. I will continue to bring this issue to the attention of my local lawmakers, in hopes they will support a change to the larger policy.

CLICK HERE to read the full text of my resolution.

In Rememberance of Dr Martin Luther King Jr

It is MLK Day, a day of remembrance for a great man and his outstanding contributions to civil rights for people of all races, religions, and lifestyles. Absolutely one of the most important people who lived in the last 100 years.

What can I say about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr that hasn’t been said before.. An imperfect man, who still managed to help pull a downtrodden segment of society out of disenfranchisement, fighting against a furious breed of racial hatred, and in doing so not only set an example for the world to aspire to, but also became a martyr for equality. This man may not have single-handedly defeated racial inequality, but he succeeded in opening many eyes to the truth of the terrible matter.

Ever since I was a kid, Martin Luther King Jr Day has been negatively referred to as a “black holiday.” Calling it that belittles the work this exceptional man did in his life. The man was a true Civil Rights leader, for everyone, regardless of race, gender, religion, or social status. He was a deeply flawed human, like the rest of us, who tried his hardest to work past that, to work past the negativity and injustice he saw in this world. We ALL should be proud of what he accomplished, what he died for trying to accomplish.

Take a certain photo for example. Dr. King removing a burnt cross from his lawn while his son stands nearby.

I’m heartbroken by the circumstances that must have led to this moment, but the look on Dr. King’s face, like he’s just simply pulling a bothersome weed. That is strength, my friends.

Dr. King’s legacy is one that we should all strive to live up to, not just today, but every day. I’d love to know his thoughts on how our society has grown since his time. But, even more, I’d like to know his thoughts on how our society has not.

–Charles Metcalf Jr, 1-15-18

Charles Metcalf Jr Suspending Campaign

Due to personal concerns and circumstances, I am reluctantly suspending my campaign for US Representative in Louisiana’s 3rd Congressional District. Barring any changes in the near future, I would like to wish all the Democratic candidates good luck in their continued campaign to win the House seat from Rep. Clay Higgins. 

Happy New Year, friends.

-Charles Metcalf Jr, constituent, 12/31/17

An Important Veterans Day Message From Louisiana Congressional Candidate Charles Metcalf Jr

I find it quite troubling that our current military budget is well over $800 Billion, more than 8 times larger than the budget for the Department of Veterans Affairs for 2018. Our veterans inarguably deserve so much better than this. They have more than earned that. This Veterans Day, I salute the brave men and women who have fought for our country, and are likely fighting serious battles of their own, and I apologize, on behalf of our country, for failing far too many of them in their times of desperate need. Far too often, our leadership in Washington drops the ball when it comes to ensuring our veterans and active military personnel have real access to healthcare, including much needed mental health and addiction rehabilitation services. In fact, our current Republican-controlled Congress is moving forward with a budget that includes drastic cuts to VA programs, which will impact elderly and disabled veterans the most. This doesn’t even begin to take into account the tens of thousands of homeless veterans our leaders continue to leave out in the cold, year after year. We need representatives who will take the needs of our veterans to heart, and do something to help, instead of blocking these efforts in the name of fiscal responsibility. We need empathetic progressive voices in leadership to push for real changes that will positively impact everyone, including those heroic men and women who sacrifice so much for our comparably comfortable lives here at home. Our veterans should always be able to expect and rely on the real help and support they deserve, and together our society should work harder to make that happen. Happy Veterans Day to our veterans and their loved ones, and thank you all for your service.

– Charles Metcalf Jr

Let’s Make A Run For It



Sulphur, Louisiana, October 31, 2017 – Charles Metcalf Jr has announced his campaign to run for Congress, as a US Representative in Louisiana’s 3rd Congressional District, in the 2018 election period. He will be running as a Democrat.

An advocate for progressive social and economic causes, Mr. Metcalf’s campaign will target the specific needs of southwest Louisiana as well as issues facing the nation as a whole. The campaign looks forward to challenging the Congressional seat currently held by Rep. Clay Higgins (R).

Interested parties can learn more by visiting the campaign website at

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