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@sktthemes.bsky.social

4 months ago

social Communities WordPress Theme

Build a community site with a social communities WordPress theme. Perfect for groups, forums, or online clubs.
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#SocialCommunity #OnlineGroups #WordPress #Networking

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Wbcom Designs

@wbcomdesigns.bsky.social

5 months ago

BuddyPress Newsfeed lets members see all community updates in one place , or just their own. Admins decide what’s visible, where it appears, and how it functions. Simple, streamlined, and smarter for every community

#BuddyPress #WordPress #SocialCommunity #BPNewsfeed #CommunityTools

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tobi jerry

@tobijerr97.bsky.social

5 months ago

It’s not just another social app — it’s your space to belong. 💙

👉 Start your journey today at connectinc.app

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blaqsbi.com

@blaqsbi.com

7 months ago

Post: Title: Beyond the Color Line: The Isaac Murphy StoryLexington, Kentucky — 1880–1896. Isaac... Title: Beyond the Color Line: The Isaac Murphy StoryLexington, Kentucky — 1880–1896. Isaac Burns Murphy wasn’t born into greatness—he was born into struggle. The son of a formerly enslaved soldier who died in the Union Army, Isaac was raised by his mother, who cleaned houses and taught him to read with old racing slips.At 14, Isaac became a stable boy. At 15, he rode his first race. By 18, he was a Kentucky legend.His riding style was graceful—he didn’t whip horses into speed. He spoke to them, leaned into them, moved like they were part of him. He won over 40% of his races, an unmatched record to this day.He became the first jockey to win the Kentucky Derby three times, earning more money than any Black man in Lexington. But his success drew attention—and resentment.He dressed well. Bought a home. Spoke fluent English and French. White competitors called him “arrogant,” “uppity,” “too educated.” Some owners refused to hire him.In 1890, during a high-stakes race, Isaac suddenly collapsed mid-ride. Rumors spread that he had been poisoned—though it was never investigated. Sponsors withdrew. Journalists slandered his name.Isaac returned to racing a year later, silent but determined. He won again, and again. But by 1896, he had faded from public view, dying of pneumonia at age 35.For nearly 80 years, his name was absent from mainstream horse racing history.It wasn’t until a Black journalist in the 1970s unearthed Isaac’s racing logs, photographs, and property deeds that the world began to remember. In 1996, the Isaac Murphy Memorial Art Garden was opened in Lexington—a tribute to the man who rode with integrity, dignity, and unmatched skill.“He didn’t just ride horses,” the monument reads. “He carried the hopes of a people across the finish line.”#socialcommunity #blackhistory

Post: Title: Beyond the Color Line: The Isaac Murphy StoryLexington, Kentucky — 1880–1896. Isaac...: Title: Beyond the Color Line: The Isaac Murphy StoryLexington, Kentucky — 1880–1896. Isaac Burns Murphy wasn’t born into… #RoyCooper #socialcommunity #blackhistory #BeyondColor #ColorIsaac

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blaqsbi.com

@blaqsbi.com

7 months ago

Post: Title: The Inventor of Iron StreetDetroit, Michigan — 1929. When you walked down Iron... Title: The Inventor of Iron StreetDetroit, Michigan — 1929. When you walked down Iron Street, you could smell steel and sweat, hear jazz in the alleys, and feel the heartbeat of a Black community building the Motor City from the ground up.At the far end of the block lived Clarence DuBose, a shy 17-year-old with grease under his nails and brilliance in his mind. His father worked the assembly line at Ford. His mother was a seamstress. Clarence? He was the one who fixed radios, rewired lamps, and made machines dance.While other kids played baseball, Clarence built miniature engines from discarded spark plugs and metal scraps. In an age when few Black boys were allowed inside a laboratory, Clarence made one in his family’s garage.By 18, he had developed a revolutionary fuel valve system that could improve engine efficiency by 30%. He called it “the heartbeat regulator.” But when he brought his designs to the major auto companies, they smiled, nodded—and never called back.Then came Mr. Hawkins, a Black mechanic and war veteran who owned a garage on Iron Street. He gave Clarence a job and a table to work on. Word spread about the “Iron Street Inventor.” Even some white engineers started sneaking by, pretending to need repairs just to see what Clarence was working on.One of them—Mr. Langford, from Detroit Motor Co.—offered to submit Clarence’s design for a patent. Clarence agreed. He didn’t know Langford would file it in his own name.By the time Clarence realized what happened, Langford was already being praised in engineering circles. Clarence was devastated—but not broken.Instead of revenge, he chose legacy.He opened a free engineering workshop for Black youth in his garage. Over two decades, he mentored over 200 boys and girls—many of whom went on to become engineers, electricians, and innovators in their own right.In 1999, at a Detroit engineering symposium, one of his former mentees—now CEO of an electric vehicle company—revealed the truth: “The fuel system you all use today? That wasn’t Langford’s. That was Clarence DuBose. The genius of Iron Street.”Clarence, then 86 years old, received a standing ovation—and a posthumous patent transfer.#historical #socialcommunity

Post: Title: The Inventor of Iron StreetDetroit, Michigan — 1929. When you walked down Iron...: Title: The Inventor of Iron StreetDetroit, Michigan — 1929. When you walked down Iron Street, you could smell steel and sweat, hear jazz… #MikeJohnson #historical #socialcommunity #InventorStreetDetroit

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blaqsbi.com

@blaqsbi.com

7 months ago

Post: Title: The Freedom Train of 1947Birmingham, Alabama — 1947. Jeremiah Washington was twelve... Title: The Freedom Train of 1947Birmingham, Alabama — 1947. Jeremiah Washington was twelve years old the first time he saw the Freedom Train—a gleaming red, white, and blue locomotive that looked like it had rolled straight out of a dream. It was said to carry the very soul of America: the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights, the Emancipation Proclamation. The country was still reeling from the war, and this train was meant to unite everyone.But not in Birmingham.At Lamar Station, the Freedom Train was open to whites only. A rope line was drawn. Armed guards stood watch. Black citizens were told they could not board—not even to see the documents that promised their freedom.Jeremiah had spent weeks preparing. His teacher, Miss Holloway, had led the class through lessons on the Constitution and civil rights. His father, a decorated WWII veteran, had promised to take him.> They let me bleed for this flag in Europe, his father said, but they wont let me show it to my boy back home.Anger flared in Jeremiah like a lit match. He had written an essay titled What Freedom Means to Me and planned to recite it in front of the train. Now, he wasn’t even allowed on the platform.But Miss Holloway wasn’t finished.She called for a protest. The next day, Jeremiah and fourteen classmates stood outside the train station holding signs:The Bill of Rights is for Everyone.We Built This Country Too.Let Us See Our Freedom.The local police tried to disperse them. Reporters snapped photos. One captured Jeremiah holding a sign over his head, tears in his eyes but standing tall.The picture made it into a Northern newspaper. Letters poured in. Activists called the train’s organizers. Within two months, the Freedom Train revised its rules in several cities, allowing integrated viewings.Jeremiah never did get to board in Birmingham. But he would go on to attend Howard University, become a civil rights lawyer, and argue cases involving equal access to education.He kept the protest sign his entire life.> “We couldn’t ride that train,” he later said, “but we helped lay the tracks for the ones who came after us.”#blacklifematters #blackhistory #socialcommunity

Post: Title: The Freedom Train of 1947Birmingham, Alabama — 1947. Jeremiah Washington was twelve...: Title: The Freedom Train of 1947Birmingham, Alabama — 1947. Jeremiah Washington was twelve years old the first time he saw the Freedom… #BIGGIE #blacklifematters #blackhistory #socialcommunity

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blaqsbi.com

@blaqsbi.com

7 months ago

Post: Title: The Bronzeville ScholarChicago, 1954. In the vibrant, music-soaked neighborhood of... Title: The Bronzeville ScholarChicago, 1954. In the vibrant, music-soaked neighborhood of Bronzeville, on the South Side of Chicago, lived 17-year-old Tiffany McNeal, a quiet storm with a head for numbers and a heart full of dreams.By day, Tiffany worked at her mother’s corner store. By night, she solved equations beneath a flickering lamp, writing formulas on brown paper bags. Her father, a former Pullman porter, once taught her arithmetic using train schedules. Shed learned multiplication from ticket stubs and distance conversions between cities.Her nickname in the neighborhood? “The Brain from 47th Street.”Tiffany became the first Black student in Illinois to win the Hayes National Mathematics Fellowship, earning full admission to an Ivy League university. The local paper ran her story on the front page. The mayor invited her to city hall. Her mother wept in pride.But when she arrived at the university, the halls felt colder.In lecture halls, she sat alone. Professors skipped over her in discussions. One advisor “gently suggested” she switch to sociology. Another questioned if she really solved her own entry exam.Despite isolation, Tiffany kept going. She found solace in the quiet corners of the campus library and developed a secret mentorship with Dr. Walter Pennington, an older Black mathematics professor who had quietly broken barriers decades earlier. He reminded her:> “Mathematics is truth. And truth is patient. Let the world catch up to you.”She aced every test. She published a paper on vector fields that drew national attention. But her greatest breakthrough came when she collaborated on a project developing mathematical simulations for airplane flight paths, a concept that would lay the foundation for future aerospace modeling.Years later, Tiffany would become Dr. McNeal, the first Black woman to chair the mathematics department at a major university.She never forgot Bronzeville. She returned every summer to teach free classes to neighborhood kids, inspiring the next generation. Her legacy lived not just in the halls of academia, but in the hearts of girls who once thought numbers didn’t belong to them..#historical #blackwomen #documentary #socialcommunity

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blaqsbi.com

@blaqsbi.com

8 months ago

Post: Title: The Drummer of JuneteenthGalveston, Texas — June 19, 1865. The day was hot, the streets... Title: The Drummer of JuneteenthGalveston, Texas — June 19, 1865. The day was hot, the streets buzzing with whispers. Union soldiers had arrived, and with them came the announcement that changed everything—slavery was officially over in Texas.Among the crowd was Ezekiel “Zeke” Turner, a young Black boy no older than twelve, clutching his handmade drum close to his chest. Zeke had carved it from an old cypress stump, stretching animal hide over it, playing it every night in the quarters to soothe his heart.He watched wide-eyed as General Granger read the words aloud, declaring freedom for all enslaved people.As the news spread like wildfire, some people cried, others laughed, many were simply too stunned to speak. But Zeke knew what he had to do. He began to beat his drum.At first, the sound was soft—tentative—but soon it grew louder, faster, filling the streets with a rhythm that seemed to match the heartbeats of every newly freed soul in Galveston.Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.The elders danced, children clapped, and people began singing songs of freedom.That night, under a sky bursting with stars, Zeke led the first unofficial Juneteenth celebration, drumming until his hands were raw but his spirit soared.Years later, long after Zeke became a man, he was known across Texas as The Drummer of Juneteenth. Every year, on June 19th, he would gather crowds and play the same song he had played that day—a song of freedom, hope, and new beginnings.And to this day, at Juneteenth celebrations across the country, the sound of drums echoes in his honor.#historical #socialcommunity

Post: Title: The Drummer of JuneteenthGalveston, Texas — June 19, 1865. The day was hot, the streets...: Title: The Drummer of JuneteenthGalveston, Texas — June 19, 1865. The day was hot, the streets buzzing with whispers. Union… #DevinBooker #historical #socialcommunity #DrummerJuneteenthGalveston

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blaqsbi.com

@blaqsbi.com

8 months ago

Post: Title: Threads of Freedom Charleston, South Carolina — 1862. The city buzzed with unrest as... Title: Threads of Freedom Charleston, South Carolina — 1862. The city buzzed with unrest as the Civil War raged in the distance. Soldiers marched through the streets, cannons boomed in the night, and enslaved people whispered of Union armies drawing near.But in a quiet corner of Charleston, in a small shack tucked behind a weaving shop, lived Amara Johnson—a young Black woman with nimble fingers and an unwavering spirit.Amara had been born into slavery on a rice plantation outside the city. Her mother, Mama Effie, was a skilled weaver, known for crafting the finest quilts in the region. Effie had taught Amara to sew before she could even write her name. But their quilts weren’t ordinary. They were messages. Each quilt square held a secret—a symbol passed down from their ancestors, taught in whispers at night. Patterns of knots, zigzags, and stars weren’t just decorations. They were codes.Some patterns told when it was safe to run. Others pointed the way north. Some warned of danger ahead. Mama Effie called them “freedom threads.”For years, Amara and her mother worked in secret, stitching these coded quilts for enslaved people planning escapes. They hung the quilts outside on wash lines, pretending to dry them, but those who knew the meaning understood—they were roadmaps to freedom.As the war worsened, danger grew. Slave catchers watched every move, and the punishment for helping others escape was death.One evening, Amara’s mother was caught giving bread to a runaway. She was arrested and dragged away in chains, leaving Amara alone and heartbroken. But Amara didn’t stop. With trembling hands and tearful eyes, she picked up her mother’s needle and kept sewing. She worked by candlelight, pouring every ounce of her grief and courage into each quilt.Soon, she became known among those traveling the Underground Railroad as The Night Weaver.Her quilts were passed from plantation to plantation, each one marking a new step toward freedom.One rainy night, as soldiers patrolled the streets, Amara finished her boldest quilt yet—a massive, star-patterned design with hidden maps sewn in fine thread, showing the safest paths toward Union lines.She knew it was dangerous to hang it outside, but something inside her told her it was time.The next morning, under the gray dawn, she hung the quilt on the wash line, her heart pounding in her chest.By sundown, it was gone—taken by someone in need.Weeks later, word reached Amara that a group of freedom seekers had safely reached Union territory, guided by her quilt.And then, a miracle—her mother returned.Mama Effie had escaped during a prisoner transfer, aided by Union soldiers who recognized the quilt patterns she’d once taught others. She found her way back to Amara, and together, they wept with relief.As the war came to an end and freedom rang through the South, Amara and her mother became known not just for their quilts but for their courage.Years later, their home became a school, where they taught young girls how to sew—not just for beauty, but for power.And in the center of that school hung Amara’s star-patterned quilt, faded with time but still bright in meaning.Underneath it, a plaque read: Every stitch was a step toward freedom.#blacklifematters #blackhistory #socialcommunity

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@novagangmedia.bsky.social

10 months ago

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Drapers

@drapersonline.bsky.social

10 months ago

Social enterprise: how to cultivate community and convert it into cash

As fashion consumers increasingly search and shop on social media, Drapers explores the marketing strategies of retailers and brands such as Marks & Spencer, FatFace and Never Fully Dressed that are successfully capturing spend.

Find out more below.

#socialmedia #socialcommunity #digital #fashion