Friend – I'd like to tell you a story about someone who's very special to me: my mom, Verlene Warnock.
As a teenager growing up in Waycross, Georgia, in the 1950s, my mom used to pick somebody else's cotton. She raised 12 boys and girls in public housing on the west side of Savannah – and although money was short, Mom's love was always long. She told us we could do anything we put our minds to.
Just a few days ago, Mom used her 84-year-old hands that used to pick somebody else's cotton to pick her son to be a United States senator from Georgia, the first Black senator in our state's history. God bless you, Mom.
But my last race was just the beginning, friend. Right now, experts are saying this race will be incredibly close, and GOP super PACs are launching ads to flip my seat and turn Georgia red.
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