Driving along the 202 early this morning and listening to Green Day's best-selling CD, I found myself unaccountably thinking of the ghetto-fabulous State Rep.
Russell Pearce.

His withdrawal from the Republican primary race against U.S. Rep. Jeff Flake in Arizona's Sixth Congressional District is a good thing -- even from my perspective as the only Democrat currently running for that seat.
I may disagree with Jeff Flake on many issues and believe that his allegiance to an outworn ideology is heartless and counterproductive in practice, but he is certainly not going to embarrass Arizona as our representative in Congress. He is a principled, educated, intelligent and often thoughtful legislator -- unlike his erstwhile opponent.

The 202 freeway isn't quite complete yet, so along with everyone else, I had to get off at University Drive and take the streets to approach the next open stretch of highway on the 202. At 80th Street, I stopped to fill up my gas tank at the Chevron service station.
Then I walked a few feet over to pay my respects, as I always do, to Balbir Singh Sodhi, at the little memorial for him.

I was staying at the Writer's Colony at Dairy Hollow in the small Ozarks town of
Eureka Springs, Arkansas, from August to October 2001, the time when the 9/11 attack occurred. (That morning I heard a DJ on the country music station mourn, "They was Yankees, but they was
our Yankees.")
Those of us in the Valley received a second shock when Balbir was murdered. For those of you unfamiliar with Balbir's tragic death, here's
Wikpedia:
Born in Punjab, India, he was a member of the Sikh religion. He moved to Los Angeles in 1989, where he worked as a taxi driver. He later relocated to San Francisco, where he continued to work in that capacity. He saved enough money to buy a gas station in [Mesa], and then he moved there.
On September 15, 2001, he was shot five times by a gunman and died instantly. Apparently, he had been confused with a person of Middle Eastern ethnicity because of the clothes he wore, his turban, and his beard. Within 25 minutes of his death, the Phoenix police reported four further attacks on people who either were Middle Easterners or who dressed with clothes thought to be worn by Middle Easterners.

I knew Balbir from the gas station and as a member of the Sikh community who worshipped at the same Phoenix gurdwara as my oldest, closest friend in the Valley, who grew up across the street from my grandparents' apartment in East Flatbush, Brooklyn, and who was my friend throughout our undergraduate days at Brooklyn College in the early 1970s and has been ever since.
I've spent time at the gurdwara, going to several Thanksgiving dinners there and to other celebrations, and I'm involved with
SALDEF, the Sikh American Legal Defense and Education Fund, which provides legal assistance, educational outreach, legislative advocacy, and media relations for American Sikhs.

Rep. Jeff Flake, like Sen. John McCain, has proven to be a true statesman on the volatile issue of immigration. I admire how he has taken a principled position that has caused him to be vilified by the ignorant nativist know-nothings in his own party.
Along with Rep. Luis Gutierrez (D-IL), Rep. Flake has introduced the
STRIVE Act (Security Through Regularized Immigration and a Vibrant Economy Act).
Although I do not necessarily agree with
all the provisions of the STRIVE Act bill, like Rep. Flake, I favor the passage of common-sense comprehensive immigration reform.
I grew up in Brooklyn in a city of immigrants. Around the borough and in my friends' homes, as a kid I heard Italian, Yiddish, Spanish, Creole, Polish, Cantonese and Ladino from their older relatives. After the welcome 1965
Hart-Celler Immigration and Nationality Act introduced in the House by my then-Congressman Emanuel Celler, chairman of the House Judiciary Committee (who served half a century in Congress), I got used to seeing signs in Korean, Bengali, Russian, Mandarin and Arabic, sometimes one next to the other.

I lived much of my adult life in South Florida and worked in Miami, a place dominated by immigrants. Despite getting a 97 on the June 1967 New York State Three-Year Spanish Regents Exam, my conversational skills
en español are poor, yet I never had trouble understanding others or making myself understood as I made my way around Miami-Dade County, working as a teacher trainer in computer education in the public schools, and I grew comfortable in a majority-Latino culture.
As a teacher at numerous community colleges, universities and law schools, I've worked with students from scores of nations around the globe. Just in the past year, I've taught immigrants from Montenegro, Belize, Burkina Faso, Myanmar, Uzbekistan, Palestine and numerous other countires, including Mexico. All of the students in my English classes are striving very hard to master the English language.
I've taught courses in immigrant American literature, focusing on the work of such exciting contemporary writers as Edwidge Danticat, Junot Diaz, Gish Jen, Chang-Rae Lee, Cristina Garcia and Bharati Mukherjee. I've written about Brooklyn's diversity
here and
here.

So I have a problem understanding the current hysteria involving undocumented immigrants in Arizona. Obviously, steps need to be taken to secure our borders, but I think all the hard-working people who've made the effort to come here and play by the rules deserve a path to citizenship. If you want to say I support amnesty for them, that's OK with me.
Anyway, I'm glad there will be no Republican primary against Rep. Flake fought largely over this divisive issue. I hope Rep. Flake's common-sense approach to immigration will prevail this year or during his next term after he defeats me in November.