Gov. Dayton signs same-sex marriage legislation


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  • "Staffers starting to bring press releases for senator sign-offs. Big issue means they want to get reasoning of vote back home quick," observes AP reporter Brian Bakst.
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  • Senators continuing to point out that this is a divisive issue. Which constitutes analysis.
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  • Sen. Dave Senjem - We're going to have same sex marriage. I think of people like Bob and Joe, good friends, good people, happen to be gay. I don't have to understand everythign there is to know about being gay. But they take care of their house, mow their lawn. got a picture from Marge and Joe today, good friends, have invited me to their wedding. As we go forward, I hope through my life I've been able to reach out to peopl elike this and say 'I may disagree with you, I've been polite, I've been cordial' . In a few minutes I'll decide whether I step across this line or not and we'll find out.
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  • Sen. Dibble (this will be the last speaker before the vote)
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  • Sen. Dibble -- Reading Langston Hughes:

    Let America be America again.
    Let it be the dream it used to be.
    Let it be the pioneer on the plain
    Seeking a home where he himself is free.

    (America never was America to me.)

    Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
    Let it be that great strong land of love
    Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
    That any man be crushed by one above.

    (It never was America to me.)

    O, let my land be a land where Liberty
    Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
    But opportunity is real, and life is free,
    Equality is in the air we breathe.

    (There's never been equality for me,
    Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

    Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
    And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

    I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
    I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
    I am the red man driven from the land,
    I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
    And finding only the same old stupid plan
    Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

    I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
    Tangled in that ancient endless chain
    Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
    Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
    Of work the men! Of take the pay!
    Of owning everything for one's own greed!

    I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
    I am the worker sold to the machine.
    I am the Negro, servant to you all.
    I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
    Hungry yet today despite the dream.
    Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
    I am the man who never got ahead,
    The poorest worker bartered through the years.

    Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
    In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
    Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
    That even yet its mighty daring sings
    In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
    That's made America the land it has become.
    O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
    In search of what I meant to be my home—
    For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
    And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
    And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
    To build a "homeland of the free."

    The free?

    Who said the free? Not me?
    Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
    The millions shot down when we strike?
    The millions who have nothing for our pay?
    For all the dreams we've dreamed
    And all the songs we've sung
    And all the hopes we've held
    And all the flags we've hung,
    The millions who have nothing for our pay—
    Except the dream that's almost dead today.

    O, let America be America again—
    The land that never has been yet—
    And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
    The land that's mine—the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME—
    Who made America,
    Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
    Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
    Must bring back our mighty dream again.

    Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
    The steel of freedom does not stain.
    From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
    We must take back our land again,
    America!

    O, yes,
    I say it plain,
    America never was America to me,
    And yet I swear this oath—
    America will be!

    Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
    The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
    We, the people, must redeem
    The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
    The mountains and the endless plain—
    All, all the stretch of these great green states—
    And make America again!
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  • Sen. Dibble left out words of alienation from the poem "because this is not a day to be alienated from the country we love."
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  • Dibble: today we have the power... to make dreams come true. What do we dream of? As kids growing up, what do we all dream of? a good life. A happy home. Falling in love with someone. Sharing that life, a loving family. Marriage says family like nothing else. I'm a lucky guy . I met the person I can't live without. Richard and I have a love that I can't even begin to describe and we have a loving and supportive family. Because of our marriage in California in 2008, our family had a transformation, a connection and understanding to us came about that we didn't anticipate. We've been supported through triumph and adversity.
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  • Dibble: here in MN, Richard and I are legal strangers to each other. How can that be OK? You know people in your life just like Richard and me.... people raising kids, contributing in so many ways. I promise you. Nothing will change. We are redefining nothing. We are joining in the thing we all cherish and prize and value the most. Except that for thousands of families, life will be better; that will change. we will be treating people fairly and removing the barriers to the full joys life has to offer.
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  • Dibble: there is no limit to love. it's not going to be all used up. It only expands. We do it to ourselves, and also in memory of the conservatives who passed before us.... our late president alan Spear who stood in this chamber 20 years ago to say the human rights act whould recotgnize him and his life.
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  • dibble: and Jack Baker and Mike McConnell, in 1970 tried to get married but were rebuffed. Doug Benson and partner Duane. they're here today, too. They're pursuing their rights in court. After today, they're not going to have to.
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  • Dem 1-upsmanship on gay marriage: #mdayton inks bill in big to-do. STP mayor drapes town in rainbow flags. MPLS mayor to wed couples

    Brian Bakst is a St. Paul AP correspondent
    by Brian Bakst via twitter edited by Jon Gordon, MPR News 5/14/2013 8:13:17 PM
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