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Nebraska Lawmakers Consider Historic Expulsion of Senator Accused of Inappropriate Conduct
On the opening day of Nebraska’s 2026 legislative session, lawmakers were asked Wednesday to consider expelling a fellow senator accused of making a sexually charged remark to a legislative staffer and touching her inappropriately at a party last year.
If lawmakers vote next week to remove Republican Sen. Dan McKeon, 59, it would mark the first time in the state’s history that the officially nonpartisan Nebraska Legislature has expelled one of its own members, The New York Post reported.
The push for expulsion stems from a complaint filed by a legislative staffer who alleged McKeon told her she should “get laid” during an upcoming vacation and later patted her buttocks at a May 29 end-of-session party held at the Lincoln Country Club. The event was attended by state lawmakers, legislative staffers and lobbyists.
The complaint prompted an investigation by an outside law firm hired by the Legislature’s Executive Board. The report, released Wednesday, concluded that while McKeon’s conduct did not rise to the level of sexual harassment or retaliation under state or federal discrimination law, it violated the Legislature’s workplace harassment policy.
The report stated that McKeon has “a reputation for making jokes” and that some of those jokes are “unprofessional and/or inappropriate for the workplace.” It said lawmakers may, at their discretion, censure, reprimand or expel him for his conduct.
According to the report, the staffer, McKeon and another staffer were discussing vacation plans when McKeon allegedly asked whether the woman was “going to Hawaii to get laid.” McKeon later described the remark as a joke, saying he had been referring to receiving a Hawaiian lei. The report noted that the woman was not vacationing in Hawaii, making the comment inconsistent with the discussion.
The staffer also alleged McKeon patted her on the buttocks. McKeon initially denied touching her, the report said, but later stated he may have touched her back, lower back or “even rear end,” though he maintained the contact was not sexual in nature.
Following the complaint, McKeon was instructed on June 2 by Sen. Ben Hansen, chairman of the Legislature’s Executive Board, not to attend social gatherings where staffers would be present. Despite that instruction, McKeon attended another party that same evening where staffers, including the complainant, were present, according to the report.
Nearly a month later, Hansen urged McKeon to accept responsibility for the allegations. McKeon subsequently sent the woman a handwritten note encouraging her to forgive him “because that is what the Bible instructs people to do,” the report said.
In August, McKeon texted another staffer who shared an office with the complainant, stating that the woman “seems to be difficult to work with,” according to the report.
A separate investigation by the Nebraska State Patrol resulted in McKeon being charged with one misdemeanor count of disturbing the peace. He has pleaded not guilty.
McKeon attended Wednesday’s opening session but declined to comment directly on the report. When asked about the allegations and the potential expulsion, he referenced religion, noting that his name, Daniel, means “just” in Hebrew and saying, “We’re all sinners,” when questioned about claims that he frequently made inappropriate jokes.
He said he does not plan to resign, despite calls from Republican leaders, including Gov. Jim Pillen, for him to step down. McKeon said he expects any vote on expulsion to be close.
“It is what it is,” he said. “I’m not going to cry about it or anything.”
The Legislature’s Executive Board is scheduled to hold a hearing Monday on the expulsion resolution. If approved by the committee, the full Legislature could debate the measure as soon as Tuesday. Expulsion would require 33 votes.
Since 2017, when The Associated Press began tracking allegations amid the #MeToo movement, at least 156 state lawmakers in 44 states have been accused of sexual harassment or misconduct.
Senate to Hold Floor Vote on Popular House-Passed Voter ID Bill
Senate Majority Leader John Thune said Monday that the Safeguard American Voter Eligibility Act, known as the SAVE Act, will receive a floor vote in the coming weeks, marking a major step in Republicans’ push to establish proof-of-citizenship requirements for federal elections.
The bill, which passed the House in April, would require individuals registering to vote in federal elections to provide documentary proof of U.S. citizenship. Acceptable forms include a passport, birth certificate, naturalization certificate or other government-issued documents verifying citizenship.
The measure also directs states to use federal databases, including those from the Social Security Administration and the Department of Homeland Security, to verify the citizenship status of registered voters. It requires states to remove non-citizens from voter rolls if identified and imposes penalties on election officials who knowingly process voter registration applications without proper documentation.
Thune confirmed that the Senate will move the bill to the floor after additional technical changes are made, including language that clarifies acceptable forms of identification. He said the chamber would vote “at some point soon” but did not provide a specific date.
The SAVE Act cleared the House on April 10 by a vote of 220-208. Four Democrats—Reps. Jared Golden of Maine, Ed Case of Hawaii, Marie Gluesenkamp Perez of Washington and Henry Cuellar of Texas—joined Republicans in supporting the legislation.
The bill faces a steep path in the Senate, where Republicans hold a majority. It would need 60 votes to overcome a filibuster and advance to final passage. Even so, Senate Republicans have pressed for the vote to place Democrats on record ahead of the 2026 midterm elections.
The legislation has also been at the center of an internal standoff between House and Senate Republicans. In December, Rep. Anna Paulina Luna of Florida led a coalition of House conservatives who pledged to block unrelated bills from advancing to the Senate until the SAVE Act received a vote. Luna and others have described the measure as a test of Congress’s commitment to election security.
The SAVE Act is designed to create a uniform federal standard for verifying voter eligibility. Under current law, individuals registering to vote for federal elections are required to attest, under penalty of perjury, that they are U.S. citizens, but they are not required to present documentation. Supporters of the bill argue that this system leaves states vulnerable to administrative errors and, in rare cases, non-citizen registrations.
Opponents say the legislation is unnecessary and could lead to the disenfranchisement of eligible voters who may have difficulty obtaining the required documents. Civil rights organizations have warned that stricter requirements could disproportionately affect elderly, low-income and rural voters, as well as those born outside traditional hospital systems who may lack official birth certificates.
Democrats have largely dismissed the bill as redundant, citing a lack of evidence that non-citizen voting is a widespread problem. The Brennan Center for Justice, a nonpartisan policy institute that tracks election integrity issues, found that cases of non-citizen voting account for “a fraction of a fraction of a percent” of total ballots cast nationwide.
Republicans counter that the absence of strong verification requirements undermines public confidence in elections, pointing to polling that shows broad public support for voter ID laws. A recent survey by Quantus Insights found that 74 percent of respondents supported requiring proof of citizenship to vote, while only 16 percent opposed such measures.
The Trump administration has made election security a top priority, and President Donald Trump has repeatedly endorsed the SAVE Act, saying it would strengthen faith in the democratic process and ensure that only citizens are voting in federal elections.
Democratic leaders, including Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer and Sen. Raphael Warnock of Georgia, have said they will oppose the measure, calling it a solution in search of a problem. Schumer said the Senate will continue to focus on expanding access to the ballot rather than imposing new restrictions.
Even if the bill fails in the Senate, Republicans say they plan to continue pushing for voter ID and citizenship verification laws at the state level. Similar measures are already under consideration in several Republican-led legislatures, including Texas, Florida, and Arizona.
The Boy Who Walked Into the Wedding. The Girl Who Stood Up for the Truth.
At first, everyone thought the boy was there to steal something.
He appeared at the entrance of the grand wedding hall like a shadow that had wandered into the wrong dream.
The ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers, golden curtains, towers of white roses, and guests dressed in silk, satin, and diamonds. Waiters moved between tables carrying trays of champagne. A pianist played softly near the marble dance floor. Everything looked perfect.
And then he walked in.
A skinny teenage boy in dirty white sneakers, an oversized black jacket, and a gray hoodie stained with dust.
The laughter faded.
Heads turned.
Someone whispered, “Is he homeless?”
Another voice muttered, “Security.”
The boy ignored them all.
His dark hair fell over his forehead. His face was pale, smudged with dirt, but his eyes were strangely calm. He walked through the crowd as if he already knew exactly where he belonged.
And then he stopped.
Not in front of the bride.
Not in front of the groom.
But in front of the girl in the wheelchair.
Her name was Clara.
She was sixteen, dressed in a pale-blue gown that shimmered under the chandeliers. Her long brown hair was pinned back with a pearl clip, but her hands were folded tightly in her lap, as if she were trying to disappear.
All evening, people had smiled at her with pity.
They told her she looked beautiful.
They told her she was brave.
But no one asked her to dance.
The boy looked at her and said, “I’ll dance with you.”
The room went silent.
Clara’s eyes widened.
Her mother, standing near the head table, gasped. The groom frowned. The bride placed a hand over her mouth.
Clara looked down at her useless legs.
“I can’t dance,” she whispered.
The boy did not move.
“I can’t walk.”
A painful stillness spread across the ballroom.
The boy slowly held out his hand.
Then he said the words that made every guest stop breathing.
“I’ll make you walk.”
Someone laughed nervously.
Someone else said, “That’s cruel.”
A security guard stepped forward, but Clara raised one trembling hand.
“Wait,” she said.
Her voice was barely audible, but everyone heard it.
The boy crouched in front of her.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Eli.”
“Do you know me?”
His jaw tightened.
“I know enough.”
Clara frowned.
Something about his voice made her heart beat faster. It was not the voice of a stranger. It carried pain. It carried memory.
Her mother rushed toward them.
“Clara, don’t listen to him. He’s confused.”
Eli turned his head slowly.
“No,” he said. “I’m the only one here who isn’t.”
A murmur rippled through the guests.
Clara’s father, Richard Vale, stood from the front table. He was the owner of half the hotels in the city, a man whose smile appeared on charity posters and business magazines.
His voice was cold.
“Remove him.”
Two guards moved in.
Eli didn’t resist. He simply reached into his jacket and pulled out a small silver key.
The moment Clara saw it, her breath caught.
It was shaped like a tiny bird.
Her pendant.
The one she had lost on the night of the accident.
The night everything changed.
Clara’s voice shook.
“Where did you get that?”
Eli looked at her.
“You gave it to me.”
The ballroom erupted in whispers.
Clara’s mind flashed backward.
Rain on glass.
Headlights.
Her father yelling.
A boy screaming her name.
Then darkness.
For three years, Clara had believed the accident was her fault.
She had been told she ran into the road.
She had been told a strange boy tried to help her.
She had been told he disappeared.
But Eli was standing in front of her now.
Alive.
Broken.
Forgotten.
Her father’s face had gone pale.
“Clara,” he said carefully, “this boy is lying.”
Eli stood.
“No. You lied.”
The bride whispered, “What is happening?”
Eli pointed at Richard.
“That night, Clara didn’t run into the road. You did. You were drunk. You hit us both.”
A shocked gasp tore through the ballroom.
Clara’s mother covered her mouth.
Richard’s expression hardened.
“That is insane.”
Eli’s voice cracked, but he kept going.
“You paid people to erase everything. You told the hospital I was a runaway. You told Clara I was nobody.”
Clara stared at her father.
“Dad?”
Richard stepped toward her.
“Sweetheart, don’t let him upset you.”
But Clara was no longer looking at him.
She was looking at Eli.
At the scar near his eyebrow.
At the way his hand trembled.
At the silver bird key in his palm.
A memory struck her so hard she nearly cried out.
She remembered holding that same hand.
She remembered a boy pushing her away from headlights.
She remembered him whispering, “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”
Clara’s tears spilled over.
“You saved me.”
Eli swallowed.
“I tried.”
The room fell into a stunned silence.
Then Richard said, “Enough.”
He grabbed Clara’s wheelchair handles.
But Eli moved faster.
“Don’t touch her.”
Richard’s mask cracked.
“You filthy little street rat.”
The words echoed.
Every guest heard them.
Phones rose.
Cameras recorded.
Richard realized too late what he had done.
Clara’s hands tightened on the wheels of her chair.
For the first time in three years, she looked at her father not with dependence, but with horror.
“You knew him,” she whispered. “You knew who he was.”
Richard said nothing.
Eli stepped closer to Clara.
“Your legs were injured, yes. But not destroyed.”
Clara froze.
“What?”
Eli looked toward her mother.
“The doctors said she might walk again with treatment. But he stopped it.”
Clara’s mother began to sob.
Richard shouted, “Shut up!”
But it was too late.
Eli pulled a folded envelope from his jacket.
“I found the medical report. The real one.”
Clara’s mother stumbled backward.
Richard lunged for the envelope, but the groom stepped between them.
“Don’t,” he said.
Eli handed the envelope to Clara.
Her fingers trembled as she opened it.
The words blurred through tears.
Partial spinal trauma. High recovery potential. Intensive therapy recommended.
Clara’s lips parted.
High recovery potential.
Not impossible.
Not hopeless.
Her whole world tilted.
For three years, her father had told her walking again would never happen.
For three years, he had kept her weak, dependent, silent.
Why?
Then she looked across the room at the wedding decorations. At the cameras. At the reporters invited to capture Richard Vale’s “charity wedding donation” announcement later that night.
And she understood.
Her wheelchair had made him look noble.
Her suffering had become his brand.
Her pain had sold his kindness to the world.
Clara let out a broken sound.
“You used me.”
Richard’s face twisted.
“I protected you.”
“No,” she whispered. “You buried me alive.”
Eli knelt again.
His voice softened.
“Clara, I don’t know if you can walk far. I don’t know if it will hurt. But I know this.”
He held out his hand.
“You were never as broken as he made you believe.”
Every eye in the ballroom fixed on Clara.
Her heart pounded.
Her body shook.
Fear screamed inside her.
What if she fell?
What if Eli was wrong?
What if everyone watched her fail?
Then she looked at her father.
And suddenly, falling didn’t scare her as much as staying seated forever.
She placed her hand in Eli’s.
A gasp spread through the room.
“Clara, don’t,” Richard warned.
She ignored him.
Eli gently placed one arm around her shoulders.
“On three,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes.
“One.”
Her fingers dug into his sleeve.
“Two.”
The wheelchair creaked beneath her.
“Three.”
Clara pushed down with everything she had.
Pain shot through her legs.
Her knees buckled.
The crowd gasped.
Eli held her tighter.
“Look at me,” he said.
“I’m scared,” she cried.
“I know.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
Her legs trembled violently. Sweat gathered at her temples. Her breath came in sharp, broken bursts.
Then, slowly—
impossibly—
Clara stood.
For one second, no one moved.
No one spoke.
The entire ballroom seemed frozen inside that single miracle.
Then Clara took one tiny step.
Her mother screamed.
Not in fear.
In joy.
The guests erupted. Some cried. Some clapped. Some simply stared as if they had witnessed the world split open.
Clara collapsed into Eli’s arms, sobbing.
“I walked,” she whispered.
Eli’s eyes filled with tears.
“You did.”
Richard turned to leave.
But the doors opened.
Two police officers stepped in.
Behind them stood an older woman in a nurse’s uniform.
Clara recognized her immediately.
Nurse Helen.
The woman who had disappeared from the hospital after Clara’s accident.
Helen pointed at Richard.
“That’s him,” she said. “He paid me to switch the records.”
Richard’s face drained of color.
The officers moved toward him.
“This is absurd!” he shouted. “Do you know who I am?”
Eli answered quietly.
“A man who thought money could erase the truth.”
Richard was handcuffed in front of everyone.
The cameras captured it all.
The perfect wedding had become a public trial.
But the twist was not finished.
As Richard was dragged away, he suddenly laughed.
Cold.
Ugly.
Desperate.
“You think he came back for justice?” he spat at Clara. “Ask him why he really came.”
Clara turned to Eli.
Eli went still.
Richard smiled like a dying snake.
“Tell her, boy.”
The room grew quiet again.
Clara’s voice trembled.
“Eli?”
He looked down.
For the first time all night, he looked afraid.
“I didn’t just come because of the accident.”
Clara’s heart sank.
“What does that mean?”
Eli reached into his jacket one final time.
This time, he pulled out a faded hospital bracelet.
Clara stared at it.
Her name was on it.
But beside it was another name.
Twin: Male.
Clara stopped breathing.
Her mother let out a strangled cry.
“No,” Clara whispered.
Eli’s eyes shone with tears.
“I was in the car too,” he said. “Not as a stranger.”
Clara’s world went silent.
Eli’s voice broke.
“I was your brother.”
The ballroom disappeared.
The guests vanished.
There was only Eli, holding the bracelet between them.
Her twin brother.
The boy she had forgotten.
The boy her father had abandoned because two injured children would ruin the story.
One disabled daughter made Richard look tragic and heroic.
A homeless son proved he was a monster.
Clara covered her mouth.
Memories returned like lightning.
A little boy laughing beside her.
Two children sharing cake with their fingers.
A silver bird pendant split into two keys.
A voice in the dark saying, “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”
Clara reached toward Eli.
“You were my brother?”
Eli nodded, tears slipping down his dirty cheeks.
“I waited for you to remember me.”
Clara sobbed and pulled him into her arms.
This time, the room did not clap.
No one dared.
Because this was not a performance.
This was a family being resurrected from a grave built by lies.
Her mother fell to her knees beside them, crying harder than either of them had ever heard.
“I thought you were dead,” she whispered to Eli. “He told me you died.”
Eli closed his eyes.
“I almost did.”
Clara held him tighter.
The reporters lowered their cameras.
Even the bride cried.
Outside, police lights flashed against the golden windows.
Inside, Clara stood once more—not perfectly, not steadily, but with Eli’s arm around her and her mother holding her other hand.
Together, they faced the crowd.
The girl who had been used as a symbol of weakness had just exposed the empire built on her silence.
The homeless boy who had been thrown away had returned as the only person brave enough to tell the truth.
And Richard Vale, the man everyone had admired, was remembered forever not for his wealth, his charity, or his grand wedding hall—
but for the night his daughter stood up, his son came home, and every lie he had buried finally learned how to walk.
