The chamber was electric. Kennedy’s words hadn’t just shaken the marble columns—they’d sent aftershocks rippling from the Potomac to every living room in America. Phones buzzed. Newsrooms scrambled. Outside, crowds gathered, waving flags and fists, some chanting “Blood and Soil!” while others held signs reading “My America Too!”
As Kennedy strode from the podium, the opposition mobilized. Senator Martinez (D-CA), daughter of immigrants, stood trembling but fierce. “My father earned his citizenship in Vietnam mud, not a maternity ward. Are you telling me his sacrifice doesn’t count?”
Kennedy’s jaw clenched, eyes cold as bayonets. “Ma’am, this is about the future, not the past. We’re closing the loopholes. No more foreign hands on the nuclear codes.”
The White House phones rang off the hook. President Walker, himself born to a Canadian mother, watched the chaos unfold from the Situation Room. Advisors whispered: “If this passes, half your cabinet is gone by noon.”
Meanwhile, outside the Capitol, a surge of protesters clashed with riot police. Social media boiled—#BloodAndSoilAct trended worldwide, drawing praise from nationalist parties in Europe and condemnation from UN diplomats. The markets shuddered. Airlines reported a spike in one-way tickets out of Washington.
Back in the Senate, Schumer refused to yield. “This bill spits on the Constitution, on every immigrant who ever built this country. You want purity? You want bloodlines? That’s not America. That’s a nightmare.”
Kennedy just smiled, flipping his steel binder shut. “Nightmares keep us awake, Senator. Maybe it’s time America woke up.”
A hush fell as the Sergeant at Arms prepared the roll call. Cameras panned the chamber—faces pale, jaws set, hearts pounding. Outside, the Statue of Liberty’s torch seemed to flicker in the autumn wind.
Tomorrow, the vote. Tonight, the nation held its breath.
Would the bloodline become the law of the land? Or would America’s promise—etched at Ellis Island, whispered in every immigrant’s prayer—survive another battle?
The answer lay just one heartbeat away.
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