She ambushed Kennedy with a stack of printed emails, voice dripping venom:
“Senator, your oil cronies funneled $14 million to block consumer protections. Explain that to the working families you claim to defend.”
Kennedy didn’t flinch.
He smiled, pulled a gold-embossed folder labeled “WARREN DNA FRAUD – HARVARD LIES”, and flipped the script.
“Your Harvard lies just got tenured, Pocahontas.

1986: Claimed ‘Native American’ for tenure—1/1024th Cherokee, per your own DNA test.
$430k salary at Harvard—affirmative action fraud on taxpayer dime.
2020 campaign: ‘I’m sorry’—then pocketed $1.2M from Wall Street PACs you rail against.

Consumer Bureau: You built it—then $87M in bonuses to execs while families drowned in debt.”

He locked eyes:
“Ambush me? Sugar, ambush is lying about bloodlines to steal jobs from real minorities.
Go lecture identity politics in Cambridge—not on Louisiana marble.”
37 seconds of tomb silence.
Warren’s face crumbled—glasses slid, papers fluttered like white flags.
Schumer’s gavel hovered—useless.
C-SPAN hit 97 million viewers—record shattered.
#KennedyPocahontasNuke exploded to 1.9 BILLION posts in 41 minutes.
Warren bolted mid-silence.
Her team: “Racist trope!”
Kennedy’s reply, posted with Harvard tenure letter:
“Trope? Truth don’t need ancestry.com, ma’am. Lies do.”
The gold folder? Evidence.
Warren’s ambush? Self-owned.