#black owned banks

[mysimsloveaffair]

I continue, anticipating the backlash I could get from making that statement.

Wade: I can already hear your outrage. I know you have bills to pay, but hear me out. I’m not suggesting that you just up and quit right away. And this video is not for everyone. But if you wake up every morning, drag yourself to work, and then spend 8 hours there wishing you were anyplace else in the Sim World, Then maybe it’s time to start rethinking your career choice. Yes, you are making money, but what is that job costing you emotionally, physically, and mentally? Maybe it’s time to start reconnecting to your passion. Remember how in school, you were asked - what would you like to do for the rest of your life? Remember your response? Was it writing, acting, being a professional gamer, or becoming an artist? I’m asking you to recall how you felt about the possibility of having that dream job - no matter how crazy it was. Are you doing that job now? If not, why didn’t you pursue it? Was it doubt? Fear? Naysayers? It’s time to pack the negative thoughts away and try to recapture those dreams. Maybe it starts as just a hobby - something you do for only 30 minutes daily. But do it! Who knows what it’ll grow into. And maybe it becomes lucrative, and you can finally quit that job you hate. I did, and you should too!

After delivering my message to the camera, I sit down and edit. I know there’s a possibility that my parents will see this video and consider my quitting a violation of the conditions they gave me to keep this house. But so be it. If they tell me to leave, there’s always the Spice District.

#banks day 14.4 #warning: dub's thoughts are his own #mysimsloveaffair and the simmer behind it cannot be held responsible if you take dub's advice and it does not end well #lol #sims #sims 4 #TS4 gameplay #TS4 legacy #black simblr #brindleton bay #banks fam #bankgen4

[urbandollsims]

Older couple in the sims, they own a “bank”👀

#they do not own a bank #sims 4 cc #ts4 #sims 4 #sims #the sims 4 #I wish I was their third😭 #black sims

[ausetkmt]

Black-owned banks and credit unions work to close the racial wealth gap

the history and importance of the nation’s minority depositories, with Black-owned banks and credit unions navigating concerns amid recent regional bank failures.

#youtube #Black-owned banks and credit unions work to close the racial wealth gap #Racial Wealth Gap in America #American Wealth #Racism #American Wealth Gap #Black Wealth Gap #Economic Disinfranchisement

[blckbuzinessdistrict]

Shifting Your Bank Accounts to FedNow Without Your Knowledge - by Lynett...

#black economics #youtube #finance #banks #federal government #entreprenuership #black owned businesses #black entrepreneurs #black business #money management #fednow

[todayisafridaynight]

Sorry the worms activated... teehee...

They only properly co-starred in Bali Big Brother but they did interact in Princess Toyotomi in the form of. Matsudaira eating his takoyaki or whatever lol; aside from that I have a Tamaki-led show rec for when you get closer to Lost Judgment since I'm pretty sure there are tons of references to it

Anyway I liked Soma a lot :) I will let you see for yourself LMAO but I can say his inclusion was interesting for the setting, since Soma basically occupies the same role Jo would've as the Tokyo Omi chairman 'cause his gang consists of stragglers from the dissolution... so it just gets me thinking how well Jo would've done in his place...

THE LOUDEST TEEHEE EVER and they co-stared... once....

oh but i love show recs:)) As I Have Proven :) WAHH maybe ill go the city over sometime this month and see if they got judgement in the game store there..

i cant say i have any impression on soma but i mea Fair Nuff i dont exactly follow people who post bout judgement nor have i really spoiled myself on anythin bout it (╯▽╰ ) at the very least that gets me interested in what his business is :]]]

#snap chats #i remember his name so easily cause everytime i think of 'soma' i just remember Brave New World WHICH. lowkey fave book of mine.. #but teehee future show recs omg.... #O BUT YEAH I LOVED HIM IN WotH SO IM STOKED TO SEE HIM MORE #honestly i had to check my bank account today for Reasons and i had more money than i thought i did oops #im generally good at keeping track of what goes in and out but i guess i just missed a couple dollars SOOOO #maybe judgement in the near future.... <- just remembered gaiden and the rgg plushies and school books.. and other shit #ok semi-near future.... or i can just bully one of my sibs to get it for me for christmas or my bday idk ANYWAY. #omg wait ttm DOES own a suit color other than black... epic.... #ok im gonna go eat all the mango pudding in my fridge and think about buying snacks from 7/11 but ultimately wont bye #oh wait i should get eggs.... i want tamago..

[cyborgrhodey]

preaching to the choir here but loving the tech bro pundits going like "should depositors really be punished for trusting banks????" as if nobody was alive in 2008

#'how is it fair that depositors lose everything above 250k??????' well first of all thats not how fdic taking control works #(unless you are a black owned and serving bank in the 90s lol) #like yall are getting the money after fdic liquidates everything. maybe take a bit of a loss. but calm down #but also my dude. lol. lmao even #somebody shut me up

[genspiel]

Sleep appeared and crouched beside Death, looking hopeful. "You look bored. I don't suppose you'd care for a little oblivion?" "No, thank you," said Death. He was always scrupulously polite, to counter his reputation. [...] "You're looking a little detached yourself." At the refusal, Sleep had sighed and sat down beside him. "I thought I would be all right," she said. "I should be all right. Animals sleep, even plants in their way. But it just isn't the same." Death reached out to touch her hand. It was his own silent offer. "No thanks," she said, though she did take his hand. He was glad. Others rarely touched him, if they could help it. By this gesture he understood: not yet.

#tre reads #how long til black future month #on the banks of the river lex #nk jemisin #i love this story so much you don't understand #if you have ever wanted to see Death eating cookies at a starbucks and contemplating the nature of life please read it #this book is a short story collection #and some of the stories later evolved into jemisin's longer works and it's really interesting to see how they developed #and then there's also stories that haven't been expanded (yet?) but are still really interesting on their own #this one is my favorite #but all of them are pretty good tbh

[kelprot-old]

goodmorning ^_^

#just found out i need fancy black shoes for work tomorrow that i dont own #i suppose thats a quest 4 today #i have negative 30 dollars in my bank account. i'll figure it out though i'm good at that

[tranquilitybasehotelcasino]

it’s true that the only version of gerard or like persona they’ve put on or whatever that i would believe has outright purposefully killed a person is their self from the desrow video

#bullets no. you look like a teenager. revenge i KNOW you were getting your gore from the blood bank #black parade looks more like the corpse than the killer. party poison has for sure killed people but they’re their own guy #desrow though you could tell me any of those guys was a serial killer and i would fully believe

[strictlyfortheculture]

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This is #BLACKEXCELLENCE.

#bianca belair #naomi knight #naomi fatu #wwe naomi #the boss sasha banks #sasha banks #strictly for the culture #support black owned businesses #black excellence

[blackstar1887]

Unveiling Financial Injustice: Denied Banking Access in Marginalized Communities

#denied banking access #financial disparities #banking inequality #equal banking rights #jay z #one united bank #bank black #black owned business #navy federal credit union

[mysimsloveaffair]

Kai: There's a parent forum here where you can find parenting advice. There's also a list of possible names.

Melisa: Like what?

Kai: Hmmm, what do you think of Casper?

Melisa: Like the ghost? No way

Kai: Okay, here's a variation - Castor.

Melisa: After a star - no. Let's try some girl names.

Kai: Ida?

Melisa: Too old

Kai: Sonya?

Melisa: It's pretty but maybe too basic

Kai: You and your siblings have combo names, right? From both of your parents?

Melisa: Yes

Kai: We could try that.

Melisa: Hmmm, let's see -  Kailisa?

Kai: Or just Lisa

Melisa: But we need parts of both our names for it to work.

Kai: Mekai?

Melisa: No

Kai: I don't think our names work as well as your parents' names did.

Melisa: Yeah, no combo names.

#sims #sims 4 #TS4 gameplay #TS4 legacy #black simblr #henford-on-bagley #banks fam #bankgen3 #banks day 30.3 #no offense to anyone named sonya #it's actually a very pretty name #not basic at all! #also no offense to any idas out there #my characters opinions are their own lol

[umabloomer]

I got a job at a Ukrainian museum.

On the first day someone asks me if I have any Ukrainian heritage. I say I had ancestors from Odesa, but they were Jewish, so they weren’t considered Ukrainian, and they wouldn’t have considered themselves Ukrainian. My job is every day I go through boxes of Ukrainian textiles and I write a physical description, take measurements, take photographs, and upload everything into the database. I look up “Jewish” in the database and there is no result. 

Some objects have no context at all, some come with handwritten notes or related documents. I look at thick hand-spun, hand-woven linen heavy with embroidery. Embroidery they say can take a year or more. I think of someone dressed for a wedding in their best clothes they made with their own hands. Some shirts were donated with photographs of the original owners dressed in them, for a dance at the Ukrainian Labour Temple, in 1935. I handle the pieces carefully, looking at how they fit the men in the photos, and how they look almost a hundred years later packed in acid-free tissue. One of the men died a few years later, in the war. He was younger than I am now. The military archive has more photographs of him with his mother, his father, his fiancé. I take care in writing the catalogue entry, breathing in the history, getting tearful. 

I imagine people dressed in their best shirts at Easter, going around town in their best shirts burning the houses of Jews, in their best shirts, killing Jews. A shirt with dense embroidery all over the sleeves and chest has a note that says it is from Husiatyn. I look it up and find that it was largely a Jewish town, and Ukrainians lived in the outskirts. There is a fortress synagogue from the Renaissance period, now abandoned. 

When my partner Aaron visits I take him to an event at the museum where a man shows his collection of over fifty musical instruments from Ukraine, and he plays each one. Children are seated on the floor at the front. We’re standing in a corner, the room full of Ukrainians, very aware that we look like Jews, but not sure if anyone recognizes what that looks like anymore. Aaron gets emotional over a song played on the bandura. 

A note with a dress says it came from the Buchach region. I find a story of Jewish life in Buchach in the early twentieth century, preparing to flee as the Nazis take over. I cry over this.

I’m cataloguing a set of commemorative ribbons that were placed on the grave of a Ukrainian Nationalist leader, Yevhen Konovalets, after he was assassinated. The ribbons were collected and stored by another Nationalist, Andriy Melnyk, who took over leadership after Konovalets’ death. The ribbons are painted or embroidered with messages honouring the dead politician. I start to recognize the word for “leader”, the Cyrillic letters which make up the name of the colonel, the letters “OYH” which stand for Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists (OUN in English). The OUN played a big part in the Lviv pogroms in 1941, I learn. The Wikipedia article has a black and white image of a woman in her underwear, running in terror from a man and a young boy carrying a stick of wood. The woman’s face is dark, her nose may be bleeding. Her underwear is torn, her breast exposed. I’m measuring, photographing, recording the stains and loose threads in the banners that honour men who would have done this to me. 

Every day I can’t stop looking at my phone, looking up the news from Gaza, tapping through Instagram stories that show what the news won’t. Half my family won’t talk to the other half, after I share an article by a scholar of Holocaust and genocide studies, who says Israel is committing a genocide. My dad makes a comment that compares Gaza to the Warsaw Ghetto. This gets him in trouble. My aunt says I must have learned this antisemitism at university, but there is no excuse for my dad. 

This morning I see images from Israeli attacks in the West Bank, where they are not at war. There are naked bodies on the dusty ground. I’m not sure if they are alive. This is what I think of when I see the image from the Lviv pogrom. If what it means for Jews to be safe from oppression is to become the oppressor, I don’t want safety. I don’t want to speak about Jews as if we are one People, because I have so little in common with those in green uniforms and tanks. I am called a self-hating Jew but I think I am a self-reflecting Jew.

I don’t know how to articulate how it feels to be handling objects which remind me of Jewish traumas I inherited only from history classes and books. Textiles hold evidence of the bodies that made them and used them. I measure the waist of a skirt and notice that it is the same as my waist size. I think of clothing and textiles that were looted from Jewish homes during pogroms. I think of clothing and textiles that were looted from Palestinian homes during the ongoing Nakba. Clothes hold the shape of the body that once dressed in them. Sometimes there are tears, mends, stains. I am rummaging through personal belongings in my nitrile gloves. 

I am hands-on learning about the violence caused by Ukrainian Nationalism while more than nine thousand Palestinians have been killed by the State of Israel in three weeks, not to mention all those who have been killed in the last seventy-five years of occupation, in the name of the Jewish Nation, the Jewish People — me? If we (and I am hesitant to say “we”) learned anything from the centuries of being killed, it was how to kill. This should not have been the lesson learned. Zionism wants us to feel constantly like the victims, like we need to defend ourself, like violence is necessary, inevitable. I need community that believes in freedom for all, not just our own People. I need the half of my family who believes in this necessary “self-defence” to remember our history, and not just the one that ends happily ever after with the creation of the State of Israel. Genocide should not be this controversial. We should not be okay with this. 

Tomorrow I will go to work and keep cataloguing banners that honour the leader of an organization which led pogroms. I will keep checking the news, crying into my phone, coordinating with organizers about our next actions, grappling with how we can be a tiny part in ending this genocide that the world won’t acknowledge, out of guilt over the ones it ignored long ago. 

#palestine #jewish #museums #history #ukraine

[contact-guy]

I was seized with a fervor and could not rest until I illustrated one of my favorite scenes from Sherlock Holmes: the Adventure of the Devil's Foot. While Holmes and Watson take a holiday in the Cornish countryside for Holmes's health, multiple people in the nearby village are found driven mad or dead from horror. Holmes deduces a substance that was burned in their presence is to blame. With a bit of the mysterious powder and a gas lamp in hand, he proposes an experiment to Watson...

content warning for drug use!

I'm not sure if it's supported by the canon but in my mind this is the first time Holmes ever apologies to Watson and he is so overcome with emotion that he immediately makes it weird

Text under the cut:

"It is not for me, my dear Watson, to stand in the way of the official police force. I leave them all the evidence which I found. The poison still remained upon the talc had they the wit to find it. Now, Watson, we will light our lamp; we will, however, take the precaution to open our window to avoid the premature decease of two deserving members of society, and you will seat yourself near that open window in an armchair unless, like a sensible man, you determine to have nothing to do with the affair. Oh, you will see it out, will you? I thought I knew my Watson. This chair I will place opposite yours, so that we may be the same distance from the poison and face to face. The door we will leave ajar. Each is now in a position to watch the other and to bring the experiment to an end should the symptoms seem alarming. Is that all clear? Well, then, I take our powder--or what remains of it--from the envelope, and I lay it above the burning lamp. So! Now, Watson, let us sit down and await developments."

They were not long in coming. I had hardly settled in my chair before I was conscious of a thick, musky odour, subtle and nauseous. At the very first whiff of it my brain and my imagination were beyond all control. A thick, black cloud swirled before my eyes, and my mind told me that in this cloud, unseen as yet, but about to spring out upon my appalled senses, lurked all that was vaguely horrible, all that was monstrous and inconceivably wicked in the universe. Vague shapes swirled and swam amid the dark cloud-bank, each a menace and a warning of something coming, the advent of some unspeakable dweller upon the threshold, whose very shadow would blast my soul. A freezing horror took possession of me. I felt that my hair was rising, that my eyes were protruding, that my mouth was opened, and my tongue like leather. The turmoil within my brain was such that something must surely snap. I tried to scream and was vaguely aware of some hoarse croak which was my own voice, but distant and detached from myself. At the same moment, in some effort of escape, I broke through that cloud of despair and had a glimpse of Holmes's face, white, rigid, and drawn with horror--the very look which I had seen upon the features of the dead. It was that vision which gave me an instant of sanity and of strength. I dashed from my chair, threw my arms round Holmes, and together we lurched through the door, and an instant afterwards had thrown ourselves down upon the grass plot and were lying side by side, conscious only of the glorious sunshine which was bursting its way through the hellish cloud of terror which had girt us in. Slowly it rose from our souls like the mists from a landscape until peace and reason had returned, and we were sitting upon the grass, wiping our clammy foreheads, and looking with apprehension at each other to mark the last traces of that terrific experience which we had undergone.

"Upon my word, Watson!" said Holmes at last with an unsteady voice, "I owe you both my thanks and an apology. It was an unjustifiable experiment even for one's self, and doubly so for a friend. I am really very sorry."

"You know," I answered with some emotion, for I have never seen so much of Holmes's heart before, "that it is my greatest joy and privilege to help you."

He relapsed at once into the half-humorous, half-cynical vein which was his habitual attitude to those about him. "It would be superfluous to drive us mad, my dear Watson," said he. "A candid observer would certainly declare that we were so already before we embarked upon so wild an experiment. I confess that I never imagined that the effect could be so sudden and so severe." He dashed into the cottage, and, reappearing with the burning lamp held at full arm's length, he threw it among a bank of brambles. "We must give the room a little time to clear. I take it, Watson, that you have no longer a shadow of a doubt as to how these tragedies were produced?"

#it's another love confession #sherlock holmes #john watson #acd holmes #acd canon #long post #my art

[myriicae]

Psa if I see you complaining about the new little mermaid movie solely because of Ariel’s skin tone im authorized by the government to break your fucking kneecaps

#grown ass men boycotting a movie because they are cranky about a fictional character #using the ‘but black people should have their own movies’ card doesn’t apply at all if your real intent is to say #‘you cannot replace us in our stories’ #when the story isn’t about race??? it’s just fantasy #criticize the movie for the right reasons for the love of god criticize the fact that the live action mania is just an excuse for Disney #so they can make bank the easy way without investing in new stories made by new talented people #it’s infinitely easier to just rely on old ips because you are going to hate watch those live action anyway #this year we nuke disney hq fellas

[afrotumble]

Black-Owned Credit Union Financially Backs Market Bringing Fresh Food To New Orleans Residents In Food Deserts - AfroTech

#banking #commerce #financial services #black owned