“What did you just say?” – Senator John Kennedy erupts over Stacey Abrams’ divisive remarks, then a shocking ‘hot mic’ moment rocks Congress

6 September 2025 News Daily Uncategorised 0

In a Senate Judiciary Committee hearing on July 29, 2025, Senator John Kennedy (R-LA) unleashed a fiery rebuke against Stacey Abrams, accusing her of making “blatant racial remarks” during a discussion on voting rights.

The confrontation, which left Congress in stunned silence, took an unexpected turn when a hot mic captured a private comment from Abrams moments later, flipping the narrative and sparking a nationwide uproar that reverberated far beyond the Capitol.

The clash began as Kennedy grilled Abrams, a prominent voting rights advocate and founder of Fair Fight Action, over her critique of a proposed federal voting law. Abrams had argued that certain provisions echoed Georgia’s 2021 election law, which she called racially discriminatory due to its impact on minority voters. Kennedy, known for his sharp rhetoric, interrupted her testimony, accusing her

of “playing the race card” to inflame divisions. “Your remarks are reckless and divisive,” he thundered, citing her past statements about voter suppression as evidence of “baseless racial accusations.” The chamber fell silent as Kennedy demanded Abrams retract her claims, asserting they undermined bipartisan efforts. Read more below

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