Meet Angela Box

Alright – so today we’ve got the honor of introducing you to Angela Box. We think you’ll enjoy our conversation, we’ve shared it below.

Hi Angela , really happy you were able to join us today and we’re looking forward to sharing your story and insights with our readers. Let’s start with the heart of it all – purpose. How did you find your purpose?

From as early as I could remember, I always felt like I was supposed to be doing something “big” with my life. As a child growing up in Oklahoma City, I knew I loved acting — and I was good at it. My goal was always to head to Los Angeles after graduating college — so I was always in a rush to get on with that part of my life. When I was in college, I took a broadcasting class and was drawn to talk radio. As someone who listened to Rush Limbaugh since I was 18 years old, and knew politics like the back of my hand, I figured that would be a fun major. I had a professor who basically said, “Look, I know you say you want to be an actress, but you’re REALLY good on talk radio. You could do something with this.” But I am a stubborn contrarian by nature and even though my natural ability led me in the talk radio direction, I was CONVINCED I was going to be wildly successful as an actress — even though I had always found play rehearsal tedious and actors incredibly annoying. During my sophomore year, I quit my broadcasting major. I had mistakenly assumed that acting was what I assumed would be the “big” thing to happen to me. But…I was still a political junkie who never missed Rush.

After college, I made the move to Los Angeles. When I arrived — driving a car pulling a U-Haul that started overheating 40 minutes outside of Oklahoma City during July 4 weekend (amazing that I even made it there in one piece!) — I quickly realized that, while I was a good actress, I genuinely hated “the industry.” No matter who you were with, there was a constant feeling of competition and one-upmanship that permeated any conversation. “Who’s your agent?” “What auditions are you going on?” “How can I get in on that audition?” “Have you booked anything?” “Who’s your acting coach?” “Who did your headshots?” (Headshots, by the way, were expected to be updated at a minimum of once a year, preferably twice a year.) Going to acting class, for me, was basically two hours of mutual masturbation. “Oh my God, you were amazing!” “No, YOU were amazing!” All of this said by, of course, non-working actors. It was constant plays you weren’t being paid for, with four hours of rehearsal every night (which, again, I always found tedious and excessive — why did I need to be at the entire rehearsal when I only had two scenes scheduled that night? Drove me nuts.) So, ultimately, even though I had talent, I just couldn’t stomach the rest of it.

Plus, and always overarching it all, was the left-wing politics that I detested — and I was never shy about spouting off my opinions, which surely lost me parts. I have almost a savant-type brain when it comes to political and cultural minutiae, so no matter what I was doing, politics was really where my heart lay. In 1996 Fox News had recently come on the scene, and Hannity and Colmes was a brand new, hit show. One night, I got a wild hair and decided to email Sean Hannity (from my AOL account!). To my shock, not only did he respond — he responded during the commercial break! We emailed back and forth a bit (I still have the emails somewhere printed out) and asked if he could talk to me. Nothing inappropriate, he just found me interesting and wanted to hear my story. I remember vividly being in my room when he called me before his radio show one day, and we chatted for about 30 minutes. He asked me — much like my broadcasting professor had in college — “Are you SURE you want to be an actress, because I really think you could do something in this talk radio space.” I demurred, of course, because I had only recently arrived in LA and was just CONVINCED acting was my “big” thing I had always thought I was supposed to do.

On another occasion, after calling into a local talk radio show, I was invited into the studio to come and sit with the hosts on the air and I ended up talking about 30 minutes with them — keep in mind, I was simply a caller — that sort of thing (inviting a random caller into the studio to do a half hour with the hosts) just doesn’t happen. It went great, and things like that just kept happening — but it never occurred to me that *just perhaps* I was not leaning fully into my lane — considering I wasn’t getting any good parts and I hated the entire industry! As I look back now, I realize that God kept knocking — and knocking — and knocking — but I wasn’t ready to hear it.

After being in LA for over a decade, I realized that it just seemed like being an actress wasn’t going to happen for me. I moved near a beach town and getting to LA was even more arduous than usual, so acting really petered out. I had started substitute teaching for Los Angeles Unified School District several years prior, because I was a good teacher, and the pay was decent. My sister, Allison (who has been a motivating factor for several big changes in my life), said, “Angela, go back to school and get your teaching credential already. You’re not acting anymore. What, are you going to be a sub your entire life?!” So, I did just that. I went back to school (which really pained me) and got my teaching credential in elementary education. After that, again, it was my sister, who had moved to Houston with her husband and young daughter where my late father lived, who said, “Angela. What are you clinging to? Sunday Fundays in Hermosa Beach? Move to Houston. There are jobs here. And you won’t have to deal with insane people anymore.”

I thought on it for a few weeks, and then one day, during one of those infamous “Sunday Fundays” I was out drinking with my girlfriends when a young man with no legs (he was a torso with arms) rolled into Sharkey’s on a skateboard. I was so upset by it, and so sad for him. I said to my girlfriends who knew I was thinking about moving away: “Okay, that’s it. I’m done.”

I moved to Houston six weeks later.

Eventually, I found work teaching, mainly second grade, but I also taught third grade and fourth grade math and science (oy, all the experiments!) – but I kept getting chewed up and spit out of that, too. I remember an advisor asking me, after observing my very tough class in an inner-city area – “Angela, are you sure you REALLY want to be a teacher?” And I had to honestly reply, “Sometimes I do. A lot of times I don’t.” The truth was, I liked the teaching part of the job – but being a teacher is so much more than that. It’s dealing with jerk administrators, “helicopter” or neglectful parents, constant “professional development”, frequent changes to curriculum and technology (because Big Education must make that money), never-ending “team planning” meetings, papers to grade, projects to create, and awful behavior to manage (and having ZERO support from administration, because we were not allowed to discipline students). In short, just like when I was trying to be an actress in LA, I felt like I was a square hole in a round peg.

In 2014, I was thinking of quitting teaching entirely, but honestly, I had no clue what I would do. I literally only liked to run my mouth about politics, and that wouldn’t pay the bills! I had no real-world skills (like mastery of Microsoft Excel or other computer programs that would allow me to work in the oil and gas business, for example). I had tried sales before, but I had hated it. I knew I didn’t want to be a professional waitress or receptionist or assistant. But after talking to my late mother and sister, I decided to accept a position at a Houston Independent School District school that was, for me, a dream school. It was in a good neighborhood with good kids and a great staff and a supportive administration. It was a fresh start, and I was determined to make this job work.

Things were going…fine. I liked the new school and overall, I had no complaints, save the usual teacher gripes. About the end of September, I had met a man on Match.com named Ed. Even though we weren’t clicking in a romantic way, we had politics in common. He told me he was a panelist on a late-night, blip-on-the-radar cable access show called “Tommy’s Garage” – think pre-Gutfeld on steroids. Ed urged me to come see the show, meet the host, and become a panelist – so I did. It was so much fun and a great entertainment outlet for me. But when I told my mother and my sister about my plans, they both said they had a bad feeling about it – to which I said, “I’m not a stripper! I have a right to a hobby, and I love politics and I don’t say I’m a teacher on the show, so I’m doing it!” But my intuition – which has never been wrong – told me this whole teaching thing probably wouldn’t work out either.

After about a month of doing the show, I vividly remember standing in front of my “ducklings” one day and looking at them all and thinking, very specifically, “Well, God. I guess this is it. I’m guess I’m NOT going to be doing anything big with my life. I am going to never get married, drink too much, and live for the summer.” And that was that.

But it wasn’t.

On November 10, 2014, at around 2:30pm, just as we were getting ready to dismiss for the day, I got a phone call from the school’s secretary. “Ms. Box? Someone from Fox 26 wants to talk to you.” My heart sank into my stomach. I just knew. I said, “Did he say what it was about?” No, but she connected me. My heart raced and my hands shook (I can feel the anxiety still as I write this) as I heard Fox 26 reporter Randy Wallace say, “Hi, just wondering if you have any comment on the fact that you’re a teacher doing the controversial political show Tommy’s Garage.” I don’t remember what I said, but my principal called me in over the intercom to come to her office after dismissal.

She was understandably freaked out – she had heard from district administration that Fox 26 was asking questions about one of her teachers doing a political talk show and other media was already all over it. I sighed and basically said, yes. I am doing a political talk show on my own time. I am a conservative. And I have the right to a private life. I don’t say I’m a teacher anywhere on social media or on the show, so I have no clue how anyone would have seen it or who would know. Because remember, this was a Saturday at midnight show on basic cable access.

Here’s a bit of context to where were as a nation at that time. Although Cancel Culture by name didn’t exist, in 2014 we were entering into a very dark, pro-censorship period in our world. Barack Obama was worshipped by the left and the media almost like a god. Radical Islam was raging all over the world. I had some choice words to say about both – which the media ran with and played clips of me completely out of context. I knew how biased the media was – this was nothing new – but to have it happen personally when I knew the truth was on another level.

The media immediately started asking for interviews. I was on multiple outlets – TV, radio, and print/internet — for months. But before all that happened, my story took a crazy turn.

I was still working – up at 4:30am everyday to exercise because I wasn’t sleeping and exercise was the only thing that kept my anxiety at bay — all the while parents were pulling their children from my class, black colleagues with whom just days prior I was on very good terms shunned me and had their entire classes avoid me in the hallways, my principal suddenly found fault with everything I did and was writing me up for literally being upset in front of my students. My ducklings…my sweet little ducklings, the ones who stayed, the ones who stood by me and more than likely didn’t really understand everything that was going on but knew it was wrong and knew they loved me, decided on their own to take the post-it notes I handed out to them to use when responding quickly to a question and wrote “We Stand with Ms. Box” on them and wore them proudly during lunch, recess, and specials. It made me cry with how sweet they were.

So, on day three or four of this crisis, I was working out early in the morning and I got a call from the producer of a well-known talk radio host. “Angela – have you checked your email yet?” I had not. He said – “Check it and call me back.”

In my email was a press release that had been sent to every single media outlet in Houston. At the top of the letterhead, it read: “The New Black Panther Party” and “The New Black Muslims”. It was issued by a man named Quannel X, who I had never heard of, but soon learned was essentially the Al Sharpton of Houston. The press release said there was this racist teacher working in Houston ISD and she said awful things on the air about black people and said – AND I QUOTE — “Barack Obama is a n—er and all black people are dumb asses for voting for him.” He then said he would be having a protest at my school demanding I be fired immediately. I called back the producer. Shocked, he said, “Angela! Did you say that?!” I exclaimed, “No! Are you out of your mind?!” It was then I realized: “Oh my God. I have to SUE HIM.”

I was not a wealthy person. I did not have a wealthy family. I had approximately $3,000 to my name. I had no money with which to hire a defamation lawyer, although the ones I spoke to said I had a very good case, but defamation is hard to prove – but at the time, I was still a private citizen, and all of them said they’d do it – for a $10,000 retainer.

I put up a “please help me” post on Facebook and eventually found a lawyer from my hometown of Oklahoma City who agreed to work with me. We both knew my situation was untenable and I would not be working at the school much longer. Even if I apologized and groveled – which I would have never done, because I didn’t do anything wrong — there was no universe that existed in which I would ever be offered a contract again.

In the ten days I was still working for the district under almost unbearable circumstances, the district’s lawyers were combing through every bit of social media I had ever posted to see if I had said what Quannel X said I did. Not only did they not find anything (because it didn’t happen), but I barely referenced being a teacher on any social media — nor had mentioned it when I was Tommy’s Garage.

After ten days, the district realized I had not said what the press release claimed. But by then, my lawyer and the district came to the same conclusion – this could go on no longer. I resigned with three months’ pay and the knowledge I would never teach again. Chewed up and spit out of another career.

My friend Tami told me after Tommy’s Garage one night when it seemed half of Houston’s media was there: “Angela, this may not feel like it now, but this will be the best thing that ever happened to you.” I wondered if it could ever possibly be true. But what I soon came to understand is that God had to shake me from my complacency.

Local, state, national, and international media’s interest in me and my story only picked up steam as my lawsuit was filed. I was featured in the Daily Mail (three times – so far) and was constantly giving interviews on TV and radio. I had to find local lawyers who agreed to work on my case on a contingency basis to help with the defamation case as the Oklahoma lawyer could not do the groundwork in Houston. Unfortunately, when it came time to finally see a judge at a Motion to Dismiss hearing, both of my lawyers failed to respond with any supporting documents at all and my case was dismissed with prejudice. Not only that, but the judge assigned all of Quannel’s lawyers’ fees to me – a total of over $80,000, of which I could not pay. I was extremely dismayed – I was getting no justice for what was done to me, plus it looked to the world like my lawsuit was just nonsense.

Personally, I was drinking too much and was quite paranoid because my story was all over the media. I had many, many supporters – including local talk radio hosts and parents of children I taught — but also a lot of nasty detractors. It was an extremely tough time. I didn’t know what on earth I was going to do next. I only had three months’ pay and now, an easily Googled name. It was going to be next to impossible to find a “normal” job. At six weeks into my forced retirement I called my former lawyer, who is also a political consultant in Oklahoma. He was happy I had called and offered me a position trying to find candidates to run for office in Texas and to help with fundraising (which I naively thought meant “going to galas and hobnobbing” not making 200 cold calls a day). I was happy to have the job, but it still wasn’t scratching that itch of what I really was meant to do and to be.

One day, I received a call from the general manager of Fox 26. He had come to see Tommy’s Garage one night (which I was no longer doing) and told me, “You’ve got SOMETHING. I don’t know what it is, or what to do with it yet, but it’s SOMETHING.” He asked me if I wanted to fill in for the host of Fox FaceOff who was going through cancer treatment – to debate none other than Quannel X. He said he had waited to reach out until my lawsuit was finished – which, although I was disappointed in the outcome, I was also relieved it was over. I had made my point. I was defamed, and I sued. I couldn’t help what ineffective lawyers did or did not do.

On air, Quannel and I had natural chemistry and we realized, off camera, that we got along quite well. Over the years, he and I have become friendly and more aligned politically, which is something I never would have predicted. About six months into me filling in for the other host here and there, he casually said, “So if you ever need that judgment waived, just let me know and we can do that.” For me, that was his way of saying – yeah, I messed up. It took ten years, but in late 2024, Quanell signed that waiver of judgment and I no longer have $80,000 of debt attached to me. It was a true “full circle” moment when both our signatures were notarized.

Over the past ten years, I have appeared many programs, both TV and radio. I continue to be a regular pundit on Fox 26 and people still tell me they remember what happened to me – because I was honestly one of the first people the left tried to cancel. I know – finally – that the doors I prayed to God every day to open are finally opening and my path has been made clear. In 2023, I was offered a Saturday show on the Salem network, which led to me getting my own daily, morning drive show on another outlet. At the time, my former boss asked the operations manager of Salem: “I’m looking for a morning drive host. Someone controversial and who could NOT get hired on Fox News.” Bingo. That was my door to open. Although I no longer work at that station (as a startup company there were many financial issues), I’m back doing The Angela Box Show Saturdays on AM 1070 KNTH and soon will also be on Salem’s podcasting network. I also continue to try and beat whatever algorithm is slapped on me (I have been de-platformed multiple times on all social media) and create several videos a week in addition to my beloved Saturday show.

I also quit drinking over two and a half years ago and don’t miss it at all. I wasn’t an alcoholic, but like many of us, I was drinking more than I thought I was. And then one day, after my birthday, I was just DONE. God completely took the desire to drink away from me, and I am so much healthier for it.

The happiest ending to my story is meeting my soon-to-be-husband, Fred. I met him on the exact same day I was hired for the daily show – and that’s a whole other amazing, divine coordination story.

I would tell anyone who feels that their journey might be finished – that they just can’t do anything more – you’re wrong. Listen to your gut. Follow your intuition. Listen to that little voice of God inside of you and keep going. Once you fully surrender to God’s will – and get out of His way – miracles will happen in your life.

My friend Tami was right. This journey I’m on – that I’ve been on for the last ten years – was absolutely the best thing that ever happened to me. And it’s just getting started.

I will never quit. I will never retire. And to paraphrase Winston Churchill, I will never, ever, ever, ever give up.

Thank you for allowing me to tell my story.

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THE ANGELA BOX SHOW’S / ANGELA’S SOAP BOX APPLE, SPOTIFY, and IHEART RADIO

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Email:

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Great, so let’s take a few minutes and cover your story. What should folks know about you and what you do?

I am thrilled to be doing what God put me on this earth to do — run my mouth about politics! You can keep up with my daily videos and weekly radio show Saturdays at 8am CST on AM 1070 KNTH. You can also find the show in podcast form on my Apple, Spotify, and iHeart Radio podcasts. Find me @AngelasSoapBox on all platforms. Also keep a look out for my Fox 26 in Houston appearances — I always pop up!

If you had to pick three qualities that are most important to develop, which three would you say matter most?

To do anything difficult or personally meaningful, you must be persistent — but also, KNOW YOUR LANE. Don’t try and be a nurse if you hate bodily fluids! Listen to your intuition — that little part of God inside of you — when you’re stuck. Take advice and feedback, but stick to your guns. Most importantly– do not quit. Ever.

To close, maybe we can chat about your parents and what they did that was particularly impactful for you?

My late parents — my mother, especially — ingrained into my sister and me the need to be independent children. We had structure. We had chores. We had a bedtime. We drank water, not soda. We ate mostly food that was good for us. My mother also always believed in my talent as an actress — she encouraged me to move to Los Angeles, but when I was finished with that, she encouraged me to move to Houston for the next part of my journey. One of the best things my father ever did for me is to insist I get a “real degree” in college — because he wasn’t paying for a theater degree! I learned later in life that he always bragged to his friends that I was one of the bravest people he knew — because I never let anything stop me from doing what I dreamed of doing, even if it seemed impossible to achieve. I always went for it.

Contact Info:

• Website: https://www.AngelasSoapBox.com
• Instagram: @theboxthatroxx
• Facebook: @AngelaBoxPublic
• Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/angela-box-21486b43/
• Twitter: @theboxthatroxx
• Youtube: Angela’s Soap Box @angelassoapbox
• Other: THE ANGELA BOX SHOW’S / ANGELA’S SOAP BOX APPLE, SPOTIFY, and IHEART RADIOiHeart: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-angelas-soap-box-88287019/

  Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/angelas-soap-box/id1591500325

  Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/1J5hSQA0LxkyZLKq9jdsbf?si=203fa05c97204ea8

  Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/AngelasSoapBox

  Bitchute: https://www.bitchute.com/theboxthatroxx

  YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@theangelaboxshow

  TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@theangelaboxshow

  All content: AngelasSoapBox.com

  Socials:

  Twitter/Instagram: @theboxthatroxx

  Facebook: @AngelaBoxPublic

  Truth Social: @AngelaBox

  Email:

  AngelasSoapBox1@gmail.com

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Allen Baytes