#boule blacks

[jccheapalier]

Black Men Have Had Enough! Man Goes Scorched Earth On The Democratic Party!

[blueiight]

id ask ppl to enquire why the arun/maître wordplay of e11 and 12 is conspicuously absent here beyond daniel lampshading it when armand refuses to turn madeleine

[jefkphotography]

My hand and a metal jeu de boules ball.

Black and white photography.

[msclaritea]

you are a truly disgusting individual. your anti queer rhetoric is sending the world so far backward, you are pushing hate towards a community who already experiences so much shit from others like you. drag is not dangerous, it is art. being trans is not a cult. queer people are not inherently evil as you so clearly think. you are a sick fuck and I hope you have a terrible day <3

Scotland's Hate Crime Act comes into effect today. Women gain no additional protections, of course, but well-known trans activist Beth Douglas, darling of prominent Scottish politicians, falls within a protected category. Phew! 1/11

Lovely Scottish lass and convicted double rapist Isla Bryson found her true authentic female self shortly before she was due to be sentenced. Misgendering is hate, so respect Isla’s pronouns, please. Love the leggings! 2/11

Fragile flower Katie Dolatowski, 6'5", was rightly sent to a women's prison in Scotland after conviction. This ensured she was protected from violent, predatory men (unlike the 10-year-old girl Katie sexually assaulted in a women's public bathroom.) 3/11

Samantha Norris was cleared of exposing her penis to two 11-year-old girls. Hooray! Unfortunately she was then convicted for possession of 16,000 images of children being raped and sexually assaulted. Be that as it may, Sam’s still a lady to me! 4/11

Scottish woman and butcher Amy George abducted an 11-year-old girl while dressed in female clothing. No idea why this was mentioned in court – of course she was wearing women’s clothing, she's a woman! Amy took the girl home and sexually abused her over a 27-hour period. 5/11

But most women aren’t axe-toters or sex offenders, so let’s talk role models! Guilia Valentino (in red) wanted to play on the women's team 'because of sisterhood, validation and political visibility'. Naturally, she was given some boring cis girl’s place. Yay for inclusion! 6/11

Mridul Wadhwa, head of a Scottish rape crisis centre, says, ‘sexual violence happens to bigoted people as well.’ She has no gender recognition certificate, but was still appointed to a job advertised for women only. Time to be ‘challenged on your prejudices’, rape victims! 7/11

Munroe Bergdorf isn’t just a pretty face! Public campaigner for a children’s charity until safeguarding concerns were raised, she was appointed UN Women’s first ever UK champion. ‘What makes a woman “a woman” has no definitive answer,’ says Munroe. Great choice, UN Women! 8/11

Katie Neeves has been appointed as the UN Women UK delegate. She switched from straight man to lesbian at the age of 48 and, in a leaked 2022 webinar, described how she used to enjoy stealing and wearing her sister’s underwear. A truly relatable representative! 9/11

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Last, but least, TV’s India Willoughby proves we women can call a black broadcaster a ‘nasty bitch’ who ‘wouldn’t be anywhere without woke’, dub lesbians men, insult the looks of a female Olympic swimmer, ‘joke’ about kidnapping feminists, and STILL get airtime! What a gal! 10/11

🎉🌼🌸April Fools! 🌸🌼🎉

Only kidding. Obviously, the people mentioned in the above tweets aren't women at all, but men, every last one of them.

In passing the Scottish Hate Crime Act, Scottish lawmakers seem to have placed higher value on the feelings of men performing their idea of femaleness, however misogynistically or opportunistically, than on the rights and freedoms of actual women and girls. The new legislation is wide open to abuse by activists who wish to silence those of us speaking out about the dangers of eliminating women's and girls’ single-sex spaces, the nonsense made of crime data if violent and sexual assaults committed by men are recorded as female crimes, the grotesque unfairness of allowing males to compete in female sports, the injustice of women’s jobs, honours and opportunities being taken by trans-identified men, and the reality and immutability of biological sex.

For several years now, Scottish women have been pressured by their government and members of the police force to deny the evidence of their eyes and ears, repudiate biological facts and embrace a neo-religious concept of gender that is unprovable and untestable. The re-definition of 'woman' to include every man who declares himself one has already had serious consequences for women's and girls’ rights and safety in Scotland, with the strongest impact felt, as ever, by the most vulnerable, including female prisoners and rape survivors.

It is impossible to accurately describe or tackle the reality of violence and sexual violence committed against women and girls, or address the current assault on women’s and girls’ rights, unless we are allowed to call a man a man. Freedom of speech and belief are at an end in Scotland if the accurate description of biological sex is deemed criminal.

I'm currently out of the country, but if what I've written here qualifies as an offence under the terms of the new act, I look forward to being arrested when I return to

the birthplace of the Scottish Enlightenment.

"It was only in Scotland that the Templars endured no persecution.." Albert G. Mackey

Knights Templars gave birth to the Freemasons.

The Templars practiced Dark Arts and Paganism.

The Templars infiltrated churches including the Church of England.

Reverend is a Masonic title.

Worship of the Pagan Adam Kadmon is worship of Divine Androgyne and Intersex.

The current Transgender Rights For Men and Drag, like the Gender Ideology in Weimer during WWII comes from Pagan worship, very sick elite fetish and Pedophiles. It steps on actual people suffering Body Dysphoria and physical disabilities, involving their organs.

Bottom line: Your 'Art' is FOUL and Fraudulent, meant only to please wealthy perverts and mock real women. Oh! And to allow access to children, for the perverts, you know damn well exist in your community.

[smvillainsweek]

Favorite subgroup of villains

[bizarreauhavre]

???

[tredawakandan]

In today's episode I'm so sick of you n1ggas 😭.. Y'all still be believing in these celebrities

[tainted-liquor]

'High Score!'✰⋆⁺

Earth42!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader TWs: N word usage, making out, cussing, and I think thats it! Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, smiles, and lemon zest! (Fluff + suggestive) W/C: 1.2k A/N: You, Miles, and your friends all decide to play laser tag at the mall! Unfortunately for you, your trigger-happy boyfriend doesn't really care for laser tag.

The loud electro-dance music burst through the surround-sound speakers, the floor vibrating as you bit back hushed giggles. You, Miles, and all of your friends decided to get together a week before to play some laser tag. So here you were now, pressed up against the wall as you guarded your chest in an attempt to conceal your hitbox as you peeked your head around the corner. Your friend Daniella had been giggling and yelling, having been 'shot' by your friend Pierston. One down, and six more to go.

Even though you all agreed that it was all just for fun, everyone had gotten extremely competitive the moment those faux vault doors opened, everyone running in different directions for cover. You knew you had this shit in the bag, but there was just one person you knew for a FACT you didn't wanna get into a showdown with. Your boyfriend, Miles. From the moment everyone was released, he was absolutely nowhere to be found. While everyone was panting, rolling on the floor, dodging and weaving between walls, there was no trace of him anywhere.

You gently shook the lingering anxiety away as you slowly made your way to a different hiding spot after noticing Daniella's wide-eyed stare and the subtle point she gave you as she took her walk of shame back to the waiting room. Snitch. You got down on the ground, shimmying over to a small hedge, and leaned back, slowly extending your head around the corner to see if you had been followed. You covered your mouth as you heard Ganke yell out the highest, shrillest, girly scream you think you've ever heard. As you hear a couple of rogue giggles, you quickly apply more pressure to not give away your location, frantic thumps, and heavy footsteps begin to echo throughout the room, indicating everyone's desperate attempts to conceal themselves from whatever predator was following them.

"BRING THAT ASS HERE, BOUL!" You hear Kalias shout through maniacal laughter.

"NO PLEASE! C'MON MAN, I JUST GOT HERE YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CREASE MY SHOES." Ganke yells as the footsteps get louder before a low buzz and a loud yelp of disappointment was heard from poor Ganke.

The room erupts with laughter as everyone jumps out, the desperation to catch each other finally attaching itself to most of the group. You take a deep breath, preparing to leave your hiding spot and join the adrenaline-fed gunfight, laughing loudly before being sharply cut off by the feeling of a strong hand pulling you backward. You yelp loudly as you look up, seeing Miles point his laser gun directly at your hitbox with an absolutely evil grin.

"What's good, Mami?" he mumbles as he literally presses you with a toy gun, wrapping his free arm around your lower waist. His smug grin turned into a full-fledged beam full of nothing but pure mischief. The small enclosure was loud, filled with upbeat techno, ray-gun pews, hysterical giggles, and the occasional shout or two. He lowered his laser gun, gently tucking it onto the orange and black belt buckle that came with the vest, pressing his finger to his lips as he watches your eyes widen. "Shhh, cuz I'll blast you back to that damn waiting room right now."

You roll your eyes as you smirk, pretending to be annoyed by his actions as he attempts to pull you impossibly closer. "Where have you been this entire time? I haven't seen or heard you even once." You whisper as you turn your head to the side in confusion. He chuckled lowly as he peeked around the corner, watching the chaos unfold as everyone chases each other around the arena. He shrugged before hoisting you up by the back of your thighs, gasping quietly as he supported all of your body weight with both of his hands. He places a series of careful kisses on your face before capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss.

"'m waitin' for these niggas to start fearing for they lives..." He mumbled as he broke the kiss briefly. "Then when they start runnin' like rats, i'ma blast they asses back to the lobby" he pants as he continues to kiss you, slowly turning into a make-out session behind the faux wall. Your brows furrowed as he recited his plan, a playful smirk forming on your lips at the thought of how competitive he was being from afar. You laced both arms around his neck, playing with one of the braids that lay on the back of his head. You took this as an opportunity to link your ankles around his hips for extra support.

Any thought of being tagged by your friends dissipated as you melted into your boyfriend's secure hold. He gave you one final peck on the cheek before gently placing you back on your feet, shooting you a wink before grabbing his ray gun and almost immediately disappearing into the arena.

"OH SHIT RUN IT'S MILES!" you hear Jasmine screech before a string of buzzers rings throughout the arena. You silently admired how he seemingly glided through the room, landing perfect shots on your friends' hitboxes in what felt like 5 minutes. He had unexplainably great agility and near-damn perfect aim. Yeah, he was in basketball for a little bit back at school, but his remarkable reaction time and inhumane ability to dodge remained unaccounted for. Regardless of what you thought, you watched him work his magic, successfully sending our remaining six friends back to the lobby with an absolutely maddened expression.

He stuffed his gun back in his belt buckle before turning in your direction, that same devilish grin formulating itself on his lips as he raises his arms up. "Mami! 1v1 me!" He shouts. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the words, going back to the very first thought you had when the doors first permitted you into the arena. But regardless, you shrugged and walked out with both hands on your heavy metal ray gun, slowly approaching him as you pointed it at his vest. He gave you a nod, keeping his hands up as the final buzzer sounded, LED lights turning red all throughout the arena as he gave you a small smirk.

"Oh no! She got me!" He shouted. You suddenly realized he never intended on actually fighting you, and that he only wanted to rack up a high score and then go home to have something to brag about. All that yelling about a 1v1 and the 'showdown' you two had was just bluff so the rest of the group didn't think you were cheating. You burst out into laughter, pulling him into a tight hug as the vault doors opened up again, allowing a new wave of people to pass through as Miles wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"She won." He shrugged, the ghost of a devilish grin still present on his face as your friends let out noises of shock.

"Ain't no way you lost to your girl, Miles." Daniella laughed as Miles shot her a rather rude glare.

"Girl shut the fuck up, you was the first to leave the premises." He spat.

You all spent the rest of the afternoon at the mall, clowning Miles on how he "lost to his girlfriend." Amidst all the talking and jokes, however, he shot you another wink you would have missed if you blinked.

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée no. 46, 12 novembre 1865, Paris. Toilettes des Magasin du Louvre, 164 Rue de Rivoli. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Toilette de théâtre. Robe en poult-de-soie jaune d'or; le bas de la jupe est garni avec des entre-deux en dentelle noire composés de médaillons ovales, traversés perpendiculairement de distance en distance par des médaillions de même forme, mais plus grands, qui unissent les deux entre-deux et les dépassent; grand bournous (sp?) en dentelle noire. Chapeau composé de bandes de velours blanc, alternant avec des bouillonnés en crêpe rouge; brides rouges.

Theatre ensemble. Dress in golden yellow poult-de-silk; the bottom of the skirt is trimmed with black lace entre-deux composed of oval medallions, crossed perpendicularly at intervals by medallions of the same shape, but larger, which unite the two entre-deux and exceed them; large shawl in black lace. Hat composed of bands of white velvet, alternating with bouillonnés in red crepe; red straps.

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Première robe en poult de soie blanc, bordée avec un étroit volant tuyauté, surmonté d'un dessin composé de trèfles exécutés en lacet d'or. Robe en velours bleu clair, bordée avec une frange de chenille bleue, mélangée de boules en or; cette robe est relevée devant et sur les côtés, et fixée sur la première robe par des cordelières bleues et or, formant un large trèfle terminé par des glands; corsage décolleté en poult de soie blanc, garni d'une broderie en tulle blanc; corselet en velours bleu, boutonné devant avec trois boutons d'or, encadré avec une corde bleue et or; manches courtes, bouillonnées en tulle. Coiffure antique avec diadème et bandelettes en or chaînette en or, retenant au cou une croix d'or. Gants blancs à quatre boutons (très-longs par conséquent).

First dress in white poult-de-soie, edged with a narrow piped flounce, topped with a design composed of trefoils executed in gold lace. Dress in light blue velvet, edged with a fringe of blue chenille, mixed with gold balls; this dress is raised in front and on the sides, and fixed on the first dress by blue and gold cords, forming a large clover finished with tassels; low-cut bodice in white poult-de-soie, trimmed with white tulle embroidery; blue velvet bodice, buttoned in front with three gold buttons, framed with a blue and gold cord; short sleeves, bubbled in tulle. Antique hairstyle with tiara and gold bands, gold chain, holding a gold cross at the neck. White gloves with four buttons (very long consequently).

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Dernière remarque. La robe de velours forme une longue queue par derrière.

Last remark. The velvet dress forms a long tail at the back.

[pomefioredove]

hiiii

could you make a list of ur ocs and their descriptions from ur noble bell college fic at some point i am itching to draw them already

JUMPING UP AND DOWN!!! I actually wrote something like this for the first two characters who have appeared so far but I didn't post it cause I was like "eh, not that important"

SO I'm just going to copy and paste it here

the other original characters (I have... three? rn) I'm still working on

Pierrot Gregoire

I'm sure a lot of people kind of went "who the hell is this supposed to be" since Pierre himself was not in the Disney adaptation

...which is kind of the reason I wanted to include him, since he's my favorite character from the novel and is almost never adapted accurately (stop making him cool and romantic and interesting!!)

the naming choice was rather easy. obviously, it sounds like his name. "Pierrot" is also a pantomime character, and I thought the connection to the theater was fitting. he is literally like a sad clown

appearance:

tall, taller than rollo (around 183 cm/6 feet)

thin

thinner face/long nose

round, green eyes

hair is more of a muted blond, cut just below his chin, obviously a little unkempt (curls and sticks out in odd places). he has bangs too

I don't know if I could describe his stupid little hat. but he has a stupid little black hat. it looks like the tall cousin of a beret

he looks kinda sad and tired all the time and his uniform is always a little worn down

nonetheless he is very smiley. to me. he loooves to chit chat. he talks to himself in the third person

sort of resembles rook (which could mean nothing at all!!!)

this artwork and this artwork of Pierre himself are close to what I envision

Gregoire more or less plays a role similar to ADeuce at NRC. I'm still trying to figure out how I want to write him, but he will be novel-like more than anything. so he's like... clumsy and socially unaware and loves to talk. his fatal flaw is cowardice, but otherwise he's... niceish. compared to everyone else, at least. I already know I'm going to write him nicely

Bou de Neige

a very long time ago I saw an oc of the h.rose. the horse. disney frollo's fuckass evil horse. and I cannot remember anything about the oc, but the very concept left such an impression on me that I could not help but make my own

for those of you who are blissfully unaware, Frollo's horse is named Snowball. Bou de Neige is a play on boule de neige, which is the direct translation of snowball. according to the internet, "Bou" also means ox in Catalan. close enough! and it sounds like "boo", referencing the scary nature of the horse. I'm not going to add a picture but those animators really knew how to make a scary horse

the design I have in my head is loosely based off this npc model:

except his hair is the same style but darker, he has sharper features (CRAZY winged eyeliner) and maroonish eyes? he's not even a horse beastman he's just some freak

at the time the fic takes place he's kind of an asshole, so he always looks a little pissed. he gets better before glomas dw :)

this freak is the vice president of the student council

picture also reminded me to say that these outfits are most certainly not every day wear. to me, they're equivalent to the ceremonial robes at nrc. the actual uniforms are less... intense. I can draw clothes so I'll deal with that later, these are good references for now

[moralesmilesanhour]

"I was briefly a runway model."

Summary: uhhh you go to a small concert and bump into the artist after you know how it goes 🔥🔥

genre: first meeting. again. [CROWD BOOS]

wc: ~600-700

A/N: I wanted this to be longer but eh maybe next time. You get another drabble instead 👍🏾enjoy!

The odor of sweat and cigarette smoke choked the air as your friend gripped your hand amongst the swaying cluster of bodies.

You didn’t recognize the band she had taken you to see, a rare instance now that you visited the small venue every Friday night. There’s a young white girl with half-shaved blonde hair and peachy ends playing her heart out on the drums, a big pink sweater tied around her waist.

The main guitarist and frontman managed to be an even more colorful sight; he wore plaid slacks with patches woven into them, held up by a shiny spike-studded black belt. His bright red knee-high boots should’ve clashed with his attire, but the way he propped it up on a stage speaker to play a nasty riff made them go together. He was tall and lean, but there was a bounce in his walk that told you that he was likely closer to your age.

These guys must be new, you think to yourself.

He said something crude on his electric guitar, the sound coming out jagged and crunchy. Large wicks radiated from his head, blocking out the overhead stage lights as he made his way to your section. You could hardly make out his face as he stood directly above you with the light shining in between the gaps in his wicks, resembling something like an angel.

After the concert, your friend would swear up and down that he was staring directly at you as you left the venue.

The dim lights of the pub reflected off of the wooden interior. It gave everything a golden glow, including the mahogany skin of the young man sitting next to you. 

The wicks and pants instantly gave him away as the night's frontman. The improved lighting situation allowed you to stare in awe at his sharp cheekbones and deep-set, somber eyes. You also recognized him from somewhere. Before you could gather up the courage to ask first, he addresses you with a sidelong glance.

"I got something on my face?"

You jump, and this makes him burst into breathy laughter.

"Sorry," you smile timidly, "I just thought I'd seen you somewhere before." The man’s pierced brow quirks up. 

"Lots of places where you could've seen me. You're gonna have to narrow it down."

"It was a magazine. Editorial, or something. Have you ever modeled?"

"I have, believe it or not. For a time."

"You've certainly got the face for it," you said quietly. The man heard it anyway, judging by the smirk spreading across his lips, so you quickly change the subject.

"Where you from?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, hm?"

You shrugged. "I just figured, lotta models are African."

"I think we're all African," he stuck a finger up in the air comically like a professor, making you snort.

"But...Haitian, if you've got to be specific about it."

Your eyes lit up.

“Oh shit, sak pase!”

Hobie chuckled. It was deep, and warm-sounding. Like an old friend.

“Nap boule. Can't speak much more than that, though.”

You leaned forward over the counter and started twirling the ends of your braids around your finger absentmindedly. 

“So, how’d you end up here? Having a pretty face must pay well.”

The man’s expression darkened for a moment. His tongue darted out to mess with the ring on his lip before his smile returned with less force than before. 

“Wasn’t for me,” he shrugged. “Didn’t pay too well, either. Had me scurryin’ around trying to catch a cab on an empty stomach at seventeen.”

You winced. “Yikes, sorry I asked.”

"It's all good," Hobie said. He watched you toy with your hair with a grin. 

"My face still comes in handy, though, for playing gigs."

"How so?"

"I get to meet pretty people like you."

-

Second hobie fic let's give it up for my second hobie fic whoooo

[mariacallous]

On the same day that former president Donald Trump said vice president Kamala Harris “happened to turn Black,” Harris was at a Black sorority conference in Texas.

“As a proud member of the Divine 9, when I look out at everyone here, I see family,” said Harris, speaking on July 31 at Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority’s 60th Biennial Boule in Houston, Texas. Sound bites from Harris’ speech and high-pitched “EE-yips,” the call associated with Sigma Gamma Rho, echoed through countless videos that circulated on Instagram.

The Divine 9, or D9, refers to the nine historically African American sororities and fraternities that make up the National Pan-Hellenic Council. Harris is a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority—the first African American sorority. Alpha Kappa Alpha was founded at Harris’ alma mater, Howard University, in 1908.

"Generation after generation, the members of this sorority have shown that greater service brings greater progress,” Harris continued. “And in 2020, you continued your leadership when, during the height of a pandemic, you helped elect Joe Biden president of the United States and me as the first woman vice president of the United States.”

This appearance wasn’t a coincidence. Across the United States, members of Divine 9 organizations are uniting around a singular mission: increasing voter turnout in the US election this year. From sharing videos like the Harris event to posting voter registration links on their large Instagram accounts and developing voter turnout initiatives in secret group chats, members are using their Black Greek networks and social networks to bring more people to the polls.

While Divine 9 organizations do not officially endorse candidates, historically, Divine 9 organizations have made voter turnout and registration a pillar in their service initiatives, like with Alpha Phi Alpha’s “A Voteless People Is a Hopeless People” national program, Zeta Phi Beta’s “Get Engaged” initiative, and Alpha Kappa Alpha’s Social Justice initiative. Already, outreach on social media is working. One post of the Harris event from Watch the Yard, a leading social media platform for Black college culture and Greek life, racked up more than 122,000 plays.

Watch the Yard features original news stories on Black Greek life and HBCU college students across the country. The page shares Black Greek memes, like encouraging their Black Greek followers to tag their favorite non-members, but also call-to-action posts like reminding followers to get their vaccinations. And now, during the election season, the platform is turning its attention to voter turnout.

"We’re using the Divine 9 as the glue that connects Black students at HBCUs and [predominately white institutions], and using their network to disseminate information,” says Watch the Yard founder Jonathan Rabb, who added that because National Pan-Hellenic Council organizations are service-based, members and prospective members are already active within their own community. “There are very few networks in the United States like that for the African American community. Right under the Black church would probably be the D9.”

The Watch the Yard platform has 2 million followers, and Rabb says its content reaches around 13 million people per month. Because Divine 9 sorority and fraternity membership is encouraged to continue after college ends, Rabb also notes that their audience is intergenerational, with Gen-Zers and boomers actively engaging with each other in the comment sections. “We can reach students in swing states. We can reach a student in the Pacific Northwest. Because there’s D9 there. If I can reach that AKA in Oregon, I can reach her peers.”

On July 30, Watch the Yard announced its official partnership with Michelle Obama’s When We All Vote. Launched in 2018, the nonpartisan nonprofit seeks to help increase participation in every election. On Watch the Yard’s Instagram, followers can simply click the link in their bio to quickly see their registration status.

“As Black people fought for our rights to vote, the Divine 9 has been constantly connected to democracy and pushing people to vote,” says Rabb. Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, the second oldest African American sorority, was at the helm of the suffrage movement as the group’s first public act of service in 1913, he notes. “When it comes to the election, this is just a continuation of the work [the Divine 9] has already been doing.”

Black Greek organizations are not only organizing online publicly but privately as well. WIRED confirmed that over 8,000 members of Alpha Kappa Alpha have created an unofficial secret GroupMe with the purpose of increasing voter turnout throughout their communities. The privacy of the group allows members to share information on key campaign platforms for both candidates, create strategic planning for voter registration in underserved communities, and share opinions on candidates without the pressure of maintaining official protocols.

While the Divine 9 as organizations are not authorized to support specific candidates, alumni from HBCUs like Howard University are campaigning. The Howard University Bison PAC, a project within the Collective PAC, a political action committee working to elect more Black officials for political equity, has brought together alumni to raise money for the Harris-Walz ticket.

Even though the PAC isn't associated with any D9 organization, many of the PAC members are also members of the D9. According to an internal email viewed by WIRED, the first “HU Bison For Kamala” Zoom call on July 25 hosted over 4,000 attendees and raised more than $151,000 for the Harris campaign. “Within the next two weeks,” the email reads, “we’ll start our Bison PAC phone/text messaging ‘zoom parties’ to encourage Black voters in swing states to support Kamala Harris for President.”

The email to PAC members also linked to a social media best practices guide crafted by Cameron Trimble, a Howard University alum and founder of the Hip-Politics platform. The guide is titled “Ways to Be Helpful in the Digital and Social Media Landscape” and includes tips such as sharing and engaging with only positive Kamala content, not engaging in negative comments and content to avoid spiking it in the algorithm, and creating your own WhatsApp or internal group chats to share verified information for quick responses.

“We want to raise as much money as we can for Kamala. We want to make sure all Bisons [Howard students and alumni] are registered to vote, and we want to equip people with factual information to disseminate in their communities,” says Stefanie Brown James, the cofounder and senior adviser of the Collective PAC. “Long term, we want to make Bison PAC a stand-alone organization to support other Howard alumni who are running for office across the country … We want to be involved in our political process, and want to make sure we have a role in choosing who our leaders are.”

[jefkphotography]

A black and white photograph of my hand and a metal jeu de boules ball.

[msclaritea]

Beware, Black Community. The elites are going full steam in trying to drive a wedge between black men and women, using Kamala Harris. That certainly doesn't help her in winning any fans. Guessing 100% that it's the usual Black Lives Matter trolls, a Queer Marxist organization that flat out admitted that they wanted to destroy the family unit, and their pay masters, the Israeli and British linked Scientology. It's pretty disgusting how relentlessly these nasty ass-backwards creeps are trying to play up a disagreement between people over Harris.

I AM a part of this community and I know that the only 'ladies' upset at the decision black men are making in this election are the people from those Greek houses on the HBCUs and the Black Gay Mafia, employees of Hollywood Gay Mafia.

[militantinremission]

The Democratic Shills must B getting Nervous:

According 2 DL Hughley, Kamala Harris IS 'Black' bcuz:

She's from Oakland

She went 2 an HBCU

She's an AKA

She had a boyfriend named 'Willie'

These Boule Bootlicks R completely Out of Touch w/ the Black Grassroots. We have Charlemagne 'The Clod' posting a DNC Driven 'Pamphlet' that refers 2 Us as (Politically Immature) 'Ns'. Then We have Rickey Smiley going on a condescending Anti Black tirade. The man actually implied that We as a Community, R MISSING OUT on a chance 2 witness a Member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Inc. 'Swear In' a Member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority Inc., on the Birthday of a Member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity Inc'! For some reason, THAT is supposed 2 Move Us 2 The Polls.

It's interesting how ALL of these Shills repeat some variation of DNC Talking Points. Kamala Harris earned her critique by not putting out ANY Policy Measures. All We have to go on, is her Record as VP, Senator, Attorney General, & District Attorney. From a Black American Perspective, NONE of her Policies benefitted Us. Harris had an opportunity 2 'Do Right by Us' w/ Freedman's Bank, but instead, she LOOTED the Resources of Our Ancestors & made them available 2 ALL 'Minority & World Communities'. True 2 her Word, she's not doing ANYTHING that will ONLY benefit Blackfolk. Meanwhile, Kamala DID Award

$17.3B in Government Contracts SPECIFICALLY 2 the AAPI Community in 2022

$20B in Federal Contracts & $6.4B in Federal Funding SPECIFICALLY 4 the AAPI Community in 2023

It's in Kamala's Best Interest 2 produce a Policy Platform that includes a meaningful Black Agenda & a Road Map 2 a Lineage Based Multigenerational Reparations Plan 4 American Descendants Of Chattel Slavery. If she Fails to do so & stays w/ the current Agenda: Staying silent on Policy, while letting 'Boule Bootlicks' & 'Carpetbagger Colonists in Blackface' speak 4 her, I don't see Kamala's Honeymoon Period lasting much longer.

-Just My Opinion

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