Crockett Pressed to Defend ‘Slave Mentality’ Comment About Latinos
Rep. Jasmine Crockett Faces Questions Over Past Remarks About Latino Trump Voters
Rep. Jasmine Crockett is facing renewed scrutiny after previously controversial remarks about Latino voters resurfaced following her announcement that she intends to challenge incumbent Texas Republican Sen. John Cornyn for a U.S. Senate seat.
During a recent segment on CNN, host Jake Tapper confronted Crockett about comments she made in a 2024 interview with Vanity Fair. In that interview, Crockett suggested that some Latino voters who supported Donald Trump demonstrated what she described as a “slave mentality.”
Tapper pressed the congresswoman on the remark, pointing out that roughly one million Latino voters in Texas supported Trump in the 2024 election.
“Do they all have slave mentality?” Tapper asked.
Crockett pushed back on the characterization, saying her comment was being taken out of context.
“No, and that’s not what that said at all,” she replied. “It did not say that every Latino has that type of mentality.”
Tapper clarified that the question was specifically about Latino voters who supported Trump’s immigration policies.
Crockett responded that many voters may not fully support the outcomes of the policies they vote for.
“I don’t believe that the people that voted for Trump believe in what they’re actually getting,” she said. “Trump said he was going to kick out the bad guys. That’s what I was referring to.”
Trump’s immigration platform included deporting violent criminal offenders who were in the country illegally, but it also emphasized broader “mass deportation” policies targeting undocumented immigrants—an issue that drew strong reactions across the political spectrum.
Crockett said her perspective came from time spent campaigning in South Texas while supporting former Democratic candidate Beto O'Rourke.
According to Crockett, some voters she spoke with believed strict immigration enforcement would mainly target criminals rather than broader immigrant communities.
Meanwhile, Crockett is also facing criticism over a financial issue involving a property she owns in Dallas.
County records reviewed by Fox News show that a lien of more than $3,000 was placed on her condominium by the Westside Condominium Association in April 2024 due to unpaid assessments. The filing indicates the balance totals $3,047.79.
The lien gives the homeowners association a legal claim on the property until the outstanding amount is paid. As of this week, officials at the Dallas County Clerk’s office confirmed there is no record showing the lien has been released.
Political observers say the developments could become a factor as Crockett moves forward with her Senate campaign in Texas, where the race against Cornyn is expected to draw significant national attention.
My Sister-in-Law Burned Me With Christmas Grease, But She Forgot My Phone Was Still Recording
My Sister-in-Law Burned Me With Christmas Grease, But She Forgot My Phone Was Still Recording
The moment I lifted the heavy Christmas roast from the oven, my sister-in-law drove her shoulder straight into mine.
The roasting pan ripped free from my hands.
A torrent of boiling grease exploded over my legs.
The pain struck before the pan shattered against the tile.
I crumpled to the kitchen floor, my scream echoing through the house as scalding oil soaked through my clothes and into my skin. While the rest of the family sat frozen in horrified silence, Meredith bent down just enough for only me to hear.
"That's what happens when you steal my brother," she murmured, her voice calm enough to be terrifying. "Next time, I'll make sure it lands on your face."
My hands were shaking so violently I dropped my phone twice before I finally unlocked it.
Agony tore through my legs with every heartbeat. Everything below my knees felt as though it had been thrown into an open furnace. My vision blurred while thin curls of smoke rose from the ruined roast lying in a lake of boiling grease, shattered ceramic scattered across the kitchen floor.
Around the dining table...
No one moved.
My husband, Daniel Whitmore, had pushed back his chair but stood frozen, trapped between disbelief and cowardice. His mother, Evelyn, still held a crystal wineglass halfway to her lips. His father, Charles, lowered his eyes to his dinner as though refusing to acknowledge the nightmare unfolding only a few feet away.
Meredith never flinched.
She stood in the doorway with the composure of someone who believed she had already won.
I pressed 911.
"Emergency services. What's your emergency?"
"My name is Claire Whitmore," I managed through ragged breaths. "I'm at 118 Briar Hollow Road in Westport. I've suffered severe burns after my sister-in-law deliberately shoved me while I was carrying a pan of boiling grease. It poured over my legs. She also threatened to burn my face next."
Everything inside that room changed.
Nobody raised their voice.
Nobody interrupted.
But the silence suddenly became unbearable.
For the first time all evening...
Meredith looked uncertain.
"Claire..." Daniel said quietly, taking one cautious step toward me. "What are you saying?"
I met his eyes without blinking.
"I'm telling them exactly what you all just watched."
Meredith forced out a brittle laugh.
"She slipped," she said quickly. "She's in shock. She doesn't know what she's saying."
I tightened my grip around the phone.
"No," I said, every word deliberate. "You rammed into me on purpose. Then you told me this was punishment for stealing Daniel away from your family."
The dispatcher calmly instructed me not to cover the burns, to remain where I was, and to wait for the paramedics.
Only then did Daniel finally seem to wake from whatever had paralyzed him.
He rushed toward me and reached for my arm.
I jerked away.
"Don't."
The color vanished from his face.
"Claire... I didn't realize—"
"You heard me screaming."
At last Evelyn lowered her wineglass.
Even now, irritation outweighed concern in her voice.
"Claire, please. This is a family matter. Don't make this any worse."
Despite the fire consuming my legs, a cold laugh escaped my lips.
"A family matter?" I repeated, making sure every word carried clearly through the phone. "Your entire family stood there while I begged for help."
Something inside Meredith finally snapped.
"You pathetic little parasite."
The dispatcher spoke again, calm and measured.
"Is the person who assaulted you still inside the residence?"
"Yes," I answered, never taking my eyes off Meredith. "She's standing about ten feet away from me."
Meredith stepped forward.
Daniel instinctively moved between us.
Outside...
The piercing wail of approaching sirens grew louder with every passing second.
For the first time since I married into the Whitmore family...
I watched every trace of certainty disappear from the faces gathered around that Christmas table.
Then the front doorbell rang.
And in that exact moment...
I remembered something that sent a surge of adrenaline through my body despite the unbearable pain.
My phone had never stopped recording.
