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This painting has real vinyl records
Another powerful AI Lego-style track just dropped 🌍🔥
This one takes a more serious and emotional direction, turning themes of history, inequality, and cultural loss into a cinematic AI storytelling experience.
“Africa Just Dropped a Lego Video About What Was Stolen From Black People” reflects on real historical issues — including colonial exploitation, slavery, stolen artifacts, and generational economic inequality — while using the viral Lego-style format to make the message more accessible and emotionally impactful.
The combination of stylized visuals and a structured soundtrack creates a format that’s instantly engaging while still carrying a heavier message. It’s less about hype and more about reflection and awareness.
What stands out is how these AI Lego videos are evolving beyond memes into a new kind of emotional and political storytelling.
With new drops coming nonstop, this trend keeps expanding into deeper and more global conversations.
Source: Creedlow-fanmademusic and Sophmara_FanMadeMusic and BNN_BrickNewsNetwork and KashMusikFanMadeMusic on YouTube
From 1951 to 1974, a Philadelphia prison called Holmesburg became one of the most shocking human experimentation programs in American history.
Backed by Johnson & Johnson, Dow Chemical, and the United States Army, University of Pennsylvania dermatologist Dr. Albert Kligman used mostly Black, mostly poor incarcerated men as test subjects for over two decades, exposing them to herpes, staph bacteria, radioactive isotopes, psychoactive drugs, and dioxin, the same carcinogenic compound found in Agent Orange.
Some of these men were locked up for nothing more than minor offenses like shoplifting or disorderly conduct. Most couldn’t afford bail. And in a system where experiment pay could mean the difference between sitting in a cell and going home, refusal wasn’t really a choice.
Kligman built a celebrated career off of this research. Johnson & Johnson made millions. Retin-A, one of the most widely used skincare medications in the world, was developed directly from experiments conducted on these men. They received a dollar or two a day.
No one went to jail. The institutions that funded it never paid a dime in restitution.
The only time an Asian person should see one of us is walking pass their business to not buy shit from them. That Target treatment needs to be activated immediately.
BOYCOTT ASIAN EVERYWHERE !!!!!!! 😡😡😡😡😡
to hell with that Asian owned store, gas station and nail tech !
no more Chinese takeout!
No more Asian owned beauty shops and supply
damn k pop to hell
goodbye BTS and k pop demon hunters!
I hope his store closes ASAPtually!! Time to create a Domino Effect!
THE BLACK DOLLARS IS VERY POWERFUL! ONCE WE REALIZE AND UNDERSTAND THE BLACK DOLLAR THERE WILL BE NO STOPPING BLACK PEOPLE! HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF! WHAT SIDE OF HISTORY ARE WE GOING TO BE ON THE WEALTHIEST OR OPPRESSED?
Never go into their stores. Keep your precious children out of danger.
A photo of Charles N. Hunter, the founder of the first North Carolina Colored State Fair.
(Mood board) Date night out.
COCO AND JORDAN PART 3
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, unclad, staring at her rounded belly and her defined curves. Echoes of laughter rang in her memory and shivers ran down her spine.
She turned her back to the mirror and observed the flaps in her back, her hip dips and her flabby arms and her beautiful stretch marks.
Back then in school, people made fun of her weight, calling her all sorts of names and always taking a shot at her confidence. She pretended as though it didnt hurt, she became the loud friend, built her confidence and even tried to lose weight at some point but none of it worked, instead it made her hide her scars and who she was.
It followed her into her adult years and made her avoid relationships with people, both platonic and romantic.
Then came her two best friends who just got married and they helped her in so many ways than one and they have not failed ever since.
Her Elder sister Leila, was at work so she was all alone with her thoughts. Her work table was messy and had a lot of things on it, she was already drafting plans for Michael's mother's birthday.
Micheal, Micheal Bakari Jordan. She was still reeling from the last time they met and how she had been so confident even though her mind was running a mile in a minute.
It wasn't news that she had a huge crush on him, everyone in her circle knew it and were tired of it at a point.
But deep down, she didn't know what the next days had in store for her and that uncertainty led her to checking her body and feeling a bit inadequate even though she was the most beautiful woman you'd set your eyes on, but she didn't know that, she never heard that, not from Her stupid ex, not from her parents, not from herself either but she was.
A lone tear ran down her cheeks and she wiped it, she felt so sad, and ugly thoughts were beginning to form in her head. It happened a lot especially whenever she comes home from an event and she sees all the women that society deemed beautiful and the insecurities start coming back and she has no way of controlling them.
She rolled her eyes, slapped her abdomen, her soft, fluffy abdomen, pulled her clothes down and left the bathroom.
She began working, she drew a list of venues and flower shops, made a rough budget and wrote out the ones she would check before she sent him the invoice, at least she'd be cashing out and would be spending some time with her celebrity crush.
A text lit up her screen, it was from him :
"So, she just told me that she didn't want too many people at her party, so we should do 50 guests... I'll run it by her tho but 50 seems pretty tame"
Okayyy... she was texting the MBJ like he was a pal.
"Sure that's okay, customer is king, 50 is very okay, I'll just reduce the budget then"
In a few seconds he texted back " Nah, leave it that way, she might change her mind and please I will give you some names to put on the guest list, we will be dropping off invitations to them"
"Okie dokie" she sent
"Okie dokie? 😂 I've not heard that in a while"
She froze, she didn't think it would become so personal
She didn't know what to say, she typed and deleted different replies and settled for an emoji instead.
"😂 "
He read it. He didn't reply.
She waited for a few seconds and nothing.
Her heart broke, she knew it, she had blown everything with her awkwardness. Her phone dinged.
"I think I heard it last from my nephew"
She didnt realise she'd been holding her breath. She exhaled
Okayyy... Micheal B oversharing.
"Oh, I say it all the time, my friends are probably tired of hearing it"
"Your friends, since you said it to me, does that make us friends?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself Broski, you need to work your way into my life"
"I'm equal to the task, Siski"
"Okayyy, lemme see you work"
They kept chatting, and all the work she had to do was forgotten in a pile on her desk.
