Lindsey Graham

Ik heb me nooit meer trots op de voorzitter geweest. Ik was heel trots op J.D. Vance, die voor ons land stond. We willen helpvol zijn. Wat ik in de Oval Office zag, was ontspannend. En ik weet niet of we nog eens bezig kunnen zijn met Zelensky. Hij hoeft echter te resigneren en iemand over te sturen met wie we bezig kunnen zijn, of hij moet veranderen.

I want to tell you and your people, you're the ally I've been hoping for all my life. Not one American has died defending Ukraine. You've taken our weapons and you've kicked their ass. And I'm very proud to have you as our ally.

I want to tell you and your people, you're the ally I've been hoping for all my life. Not one American has died defending Ukraine. You've taken our weapons and you've kicked their ass. And I'm very proud to have you as our ally.

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Join Wondery Plus in the Wondery app or on Apple Podcasts and embark on an unparalleled journey through America's most pivotal moments. Imagine it's June 7th, 1870, in West Point, New York. Two weeks have passed since you arrived at the U.S. Military Academy to prepare for your entrance exams.

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You and the rest of your squad of prospective cadets are waiting for your turn to have your shoes shined in a crowded boot black shop. You and your roommate, Michael Howard, the only other black candidate, stand in the doorway at the back of the line. Behind you, a white candidate named McCord wanders back and forth on the porch.

You and the rest of your squad of prospective cadets are waiting for your turn to have your shoes shined in a crowded boot black shop. You and your roommate, Michael Howard, the only other black candidate, stand in the doorway at the back of the line. Behind you, a white candidate named McCord wanders back and forth on the porch.

You and the rest of your squad of prospective cadets are waiting for your turn to have your shoes shined in a crowded boot black shop. You and your roommate, Michael Howard, the only other black candidate, stand in the doorway at the back of the line. Behind you, a white candidate named McCord wanders back and forth on the porch.

You lock eyes with him as he uses a pocket knife to scrape dried mud off his boots. His stare is menacing, but you refuse to avert your gaze. He puts his knife in his pocket and walks towards you, his shoulder slamming into Howard's as he pushes his way into the shop. Move. Howard says nothing. You tap McCord on the shoulder.

You lock eyes with him as he uses a pocket knife to scrape dried mud off his boots. His stare is menacing, but you refuse to avert your gaze. He puts his knife in his pocket and walks towards you, his shoulder slamming into Howard's as he pushes his way into the shop. Move. Howard says nothing. You tap McCord on the shoulder.

You lock eyes with him as he uses a pocket knife to scrape dried mud off his boots. His stare is menacing, but you refuse to avert your gaze. He puts his knife in his pocket and walks towards you, his shoulder slamming into Howard's as he pushes his way into the shop. Move. Howard says nothing. You tap McCord on the shoulder.

What did you just say? Howard shakes his head fiercely, silently warning you to be quiet. But you can't help yourself.

What did you just say? Howard shakes his head fiercely, silently warning you to be quiet. But you can't help yourself.

What did you just say? Howard shakes his head fiercely, silently warning you to be quiet. But you can't help yourself.

McCord steps forward and slaps Howard across the face. He stumbles, nearly losing his balance. You steady him and then turn back to McCord, clenching your fists. You feel the heat of the squad's stares.

McCord steps forward and slaps Howard across the face. He stumbles, nearly losing his balance. You steady him and then turn back to McCord, clenching your fists. You feel the heat of the squad's stares.