Palluzzi Points: Blast from the Past

It seems history has a tendency to repeat itself. Way back in 2004, when I was in high school, I had a column in the weekly town paper called “Palluzzi Points.” I know, original. I would write my opinion glaringly like only a high school student could. I’ve talked about one before – the time I wrote a post about marriage equality and the response I got that shocked me. Although I cringe at some of my writing, the decision to pull the Confederate Flag down from the state house in South Carolina reminded me of one in particular that I had my dad find and send to me, and I’ve retyped below (word for word, please don’t judge me too harshly, it was 11 years ago!)

Headline: Confederate Flag Still Waves in Chelsea

Article: The confederacy had many flags during its time in the Civil War. But for those in the South, and seemingly in Michigan as well, the Navy Jack flag still appears to be flying high.

The confederacy fell to the Union Army April 9, 1865 and with its defeat came the end to slavery in the United States.

Yes, the war did have other reasons for starting besides slavery, but slavery was a major conflict that the Southern and Northern states had during the 1800s.

With this said, it may seem a bit confusing to some U.S. residents why confederate flags, a symbol of a group that stood for slavery, among other things, are still widely displayed in the United States.

What seems to be more bizarre is the use of these flags in states that weren’t part of the Confederacy.

During Chelsea High School’s annual Tractor Day, many students and drivers on Freer Road have displayed Confederate flags by waving them or painting them on their tractors. AS a student, I have been very angered by the sight of the flags.

The Navy Jack flag was used by the Confedarete Navy and some troops from 1863 onward. However, considering the war ended in 1865, I wonder how students born more than a century later could possibly have personal ties to the flags they boasted on the back of their John Deer tractors.

The only answer I could muster was simply that they couldn’t. Although recent Tractor Days have not include the Confederate flag, I still am aware that Chelsea residents keep the flag.

As a 17-year-old who knows only what the school system has taught me about the Civil War, I wonder why local residents want the flag displayed and to represent any part of them as a person.

I think the flag stands for slavery and racist sentiments. With all due respect to those who hold a different opinion, you would be wrong in saying otherwise. The fact is that the flag stands for racism, and why anyone would want to be a part of that, I am not sure.

It seems to me that our country is very tolerant of people such as though I have spoken about – arrogant people who do not know what things stand for, or people who do know what stands for and agree with the symbol.

Education is the best way to get people to realize that what they are standing for – aware of it or not – is wrong and should not be tolerated.

It seems to me that if we were educated in the history of our country, then people who let the Confederate flag fly as a part of their daily lives would realize the mistake they’re making.

Freedom is something that comes to American citizens as though they deserve it. I am not saying we should infringe on the freedoms of the citizens who chose to carelessly wave a flag that stands for things our country and our state fought against more than a century ago.

Freedom should come with an education, however, and that education should start in Chelsea to show our residents exactly what it is that the Navy Jack flag stands for, before we let them wave it proudly on their property.”

Now, bear with me, because I am about to get long-winded you guys. I got a couple responses back to this article, which I managed to track down. One was from someone who said:

“I read your article (Confederate flag still waves in Chelsea) in the paper today and would like to bring a few things to your attention. First, the Confederate Flag stands for heritage, not hate. Second, the war did not start because of slavery. Thirdly, you make the statement that everyone who displays the Confederate Flag is a racist, which is simple not true. I have black friends, and yes they happily ride in my truck, which proudly displays the Confederate Flag. Below are two website you should visit to learn more about the Confederate Flag. [I haven’t included the links because they no longer work, but one of them is dixieoutfitters.com.]”

I didn’t respond – thinking back, I think we had a policy about not responding to such things. Probably a good thing, because it would have ended in an epic email battle.

The second response I got was this:

“Miss Palluzzi, I wanted to thank you for the insightful and well written presentation regarding the Navy Jack.

I was thinking about writing something regarding affirmative action for the  paper, but after reading your article, I just responded to it instead.

I have attached a Word Document which contains my letter to the editor  response to your piece. I don’t know if they will publish it, because it is rather lengthy, but I wanted you to have a copy of it.

I have learned that race issues are one of the single most emotional issues  in our land. There are a lot of emotions because of the deep spiritual dimension to the issue. We have a lot of healing and growing and learning to do in this area. And it’s a tough one. Sometimes when people are overwhelmed emotionally they just don’t have the fortitude to trudge forward and overcome.

I want to encourage you to keep your insights and your views. Your heart is in the right place. It’s filled with courage and conviction and also speaks volumes about you, the person.”

I don’t know if they ever published his piece, because I was a senior in high school and probably moved on to the next thing. But I do know that what he wrote then still stands true today, so I am giving it a moment in the limelight, if only for a few friends, in the hopes that you’ll read it and take it to heart, as I did.

“As one of the few African Americans, in the Chelsea area, I have been extremely pleased with the refreshing hope and expression of the hearts of individuals in the community to celebrate and recognize the contributions of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and some of the issues and struggles of our nation with regards to civil rights and diversity.

But one of the most interesting things recently written in the Chelsea Standard comes from a high school senior, in the CHS Current dated January 15.

In this well written, positioned and presented piece Miss Palluzzi makes her case regarding the Navy Jack…more commonly known as the Rebel Flag.

It strikes me how this flag does fly so proudly just about anywhere you look. Belt buckles, bumper stickers, hats, windshields and yes, farm equipment are happily and readily displaying the symbol of the Confederacy.

Miss Palluzzi draws the conclusion that the flag represents a symbol that stood for slavery and “the fact is that the flag stands for racism”, in short.

I know that if she were to get into civil conversation about why one would display this symbol so proudly she would rarely hear someone start from the position that ‘I display it because it’s a racist symbol and I’m a supporter of everything that it represents’. She would hear about the cultural and historical accolades this flag stood for in the South for the Confederacy.

Unfortunately, the historical accolades attributed to this flag still stand for divisiveness. If it stood for the Confederacy and the sentiments of the people who so proudly fought and died under this symbol, the Confederacy in it’s greatest truth, was still about splitting the Union and dividing a people, one nation, in two.

Every time I see the Navy Jack so proudly displayed here in Chelsea and across our nation I hear a little voice inside ask does that person detest me because I am a black man? Does that person understand what this symbol means to so many people? Is the person that truly proud of the message he or she is trying to convey especially when it’s on one of those pickup trucks with a little noose hanging from the rearview mirror and the “Redneck” graphic on the back window?

The truth may be more hurtful than I want to know. But I just want to say that this is what makes our nation so unique. I would equally proudly fight and die to preserve the Union, the nation, this land and all it represents not only to Chelsea, or the racist, but also to the world. I support and affirm a person’s right to display this symbol of hatred and racism, and would give my life in the defense of these rights and the hopes and dreams of America and have seriously and conscientiously wrestled with that when I served in the United States Marine Corps. I could lay down my life to defend you even if you are a racist, because I still know that ultimately love will overcome hate one day. And I would rather a person has a chance to come to true internal change than to force and legislate that change. Forced change never roots out the anything. It only creates more masks and builds resentment.

I would offer this in addition to the eloquent presentation Miss Palluzzi did about the Navy Jack. It’s about the heart of a person… if a person truly knows and understands what it does to someone like me when we see the Navy Jack so proudly displayed and doesn’t give a care or concern about how it would make us feel; then that speaks to us about their heart.

I would hope that a person’s heart is true and compassionate and understanding. I would hope that this was the internal struggle of all human beings. But I have come to experience, and know first hand, that regardless of what that symbol means and how it offends so many in some unspeakable, invisible, way, there just are people whose hearts don’t care about how they are hurting others.

America is a unique place. We are the most powerful youngest nation in the world. The Founding Father’s, when forming this Union, wrote about the nature of man and condition of his heart in early papers leading up to the formation of this unique land. They took this into consideration when structuring the way this Union works. Our history is a shared history, as vibrant and full of the stuff of life as any nation. Throughout the course of our shared history many voices and many sentiments have spoken and have expressed themselves in both positive and some not so positive ways. We are getting there. And we are learning that we get there better and stronger if we arrive there together, united and standing shoulder to shoulder, undivided…. You know…”One Nation, Under God, Indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for All.”

This was the expression of the hopes and dreams of so many during the days of Dr. King. It’s been the hope and dream of this nation from the beginning and I believe it’s still our hope and dream today. Dr. King knew that one could never change the heart of a racist by returning the same evil energy back. He learned that from the message of his faith experience. Love one another. Do not repay evil with evil. Do for another, as you would wish they would do for you. We are getting there.

If the person flying the Navy Jack is proud of the symbol that it represents whether truthfully or what they wish to imply it stands for then there you have it. They are proud of what it represents. But like I said, it’s speaks volumes about their heart.”

We’ve got a long way to go in this country when it comes to freedom and fairness. But seeing that flag come down in South Carolina made me feel a little hope about what’s to come, and the youth of this country, and the sentiment of our people. And the gentleman who wrote me this, wherever he is, I hope he felt it, too. Together, slowly, surely, we’re changing this country for the better. Let’s keep fighting the good fight.

Take my hand and my/heart and soul

I saw Ed Sheeran last week at the Hollywood Bowl with Megan and Monica and Monica’s sister Nikki and I have to say it was one of the best shows I’ve been to in a while. I love going to shows where I know every song, where the performer has an amazing energy, and where I can sing along with no qualms.

Ed performed solo, using a loop pedal set-up, which was amazing. He is truly a talented musician through and through, and his energy carried the entire Hollywood Bowl despite being a Wednesday and being 90 degrees out.

I don’t even care that I was surrounded by teenagers who are in love with the pop artist, because he’s just so good and because I think being embarrassed about the music you like is dumb. If it makes you shake your hips, it’s the right stuff, and what’s so wrong with that?

I love the Hollywood Bowl because I love being outside listening to live music – there is just nothing like it. Concert season is ramping up, again, and tonight we’re headed back to the Bowl to see Back to the Future with a live orchestra.

But back to Ed. He was amazing, funny, and just was having so much fun it was crazy. His mashups were just amazing, too. Our song for the wedding was Thinking Out Loud, and all his songs off of X really make me happy deep in my soul.

I’ve made a Spotify list for y’all so you can listen to the set list.

Next up, Needtobreathe in a couple weeks – another show I cannot wait for.
Happy Tuesday, folks.

this summer’s gonna hurt like a mother.

I have a lot to write about, but I am behind, per the usual, so permit me to sweep past London and seeing my family and my birthday and move into Summer Reading. I’ll get back to all of that soon enough, but right now I have a roadblock about vacation recap and want to talk about reading. So here we go.

I set lofty goals for myself this year to read 52 books, or a book a week. I love reading, but running a food blog, and having a full time job, and exercising and cooking and having a husband and friends and a family and a 30 mile commute and a healthy love of a handful of television programs all get in the way of that. One way I motivate myself is to set goals obsessively. I find that if I have something to work towards I do better than just saying “I’d like to read more.”

I have read 11 books this year. I am 13 books behind schedule. Yikes! Luckily, summer time is my peak of reading. And I have a 30 mile commute that I can use to listen to books on tape. And beach days will come. When I was young, summer was synonymous with reading late into the night, much later than I normally could even keep my eyes open, whipping through Harry Potter and The Egypt Game and anything by Ronald Dahl. Summer days were reading by the pool, by the ocean, in the living room as the rain came down and the cable went out. Something about warm weather and long nights translates my wants to reading a good book.

I want to use the summer to catch up, so I’ve done some re-arranging on Good Reads so I have a clear list of what’s next. Here’s what I am trying to get through this summer:

1. 99 Days by Katie Cotugno – I am about half way done with this now, and I am having a hard time putting it down. A perfect summer read about summer love, loss, and how to be yourself and know that screwing up is ok, even when it’s not.

2. Bully Pulpit by Doris Kearns Goodwin – I am listening to this one, you guys, and guess what? It’s read by Ed Herrmann, who I know lovingly from Gilmore Girls. He passed away at the end of 2014, and having 35 hours to go with him is like a secret treasure that I am keeping close to my heart.

3. Divergent by Veronica Roth – I have had this on my “to read” list for months and months, and I just gotta do it. Plus, let’s be real, I bet that I’ll read it, love it, and breeze through all the books in the series.

4. The Dovekeepers by Alice Hoffman – I love Alice, and I’ve been wanting to read this since it came out. History, magic, and women = all I need in a book.

5. The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt – I’ve been reading this book for months and months, but it’s too big to lug around. I want to finish it, so some late evenings on the couch (or late evenings in the sun on Zuma Beach) seem like the perfect place to get.it.done.

6. You Were Never in Chicago by Neil Steinberg – A book on this history of Chicago as told by a young man who spent years as a journalist there. My whole family lives in Chicago, so I feel like it’d be good for me to read this nonfiction pick. Plus, Nikki rated it four stars, so it must be good.

7. Bridget Jones’s Diary by Helen Fielding – Confession time, you guys. I’ve never seen or read Bridget Jones. It’s one of those things I am certain I’ll love, but haven’t had the time to devote to it. Like in the summer of 2007 when I decided it was time to love Counting Crows. I was right. 2015: the Summer of Bridget Jones.

8. Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel – Hollywood Stars. The Great Lakes. Haunting. That’s enough for me. My Goodreads community liked it.

So there you go, eight books I’m looking forward to this summer. What are you guys reading and loving? Have you read any of the above books? Get at your girl, and let me know what’s up!

xo

 

for katie: happy 30.

GUYS. It is my friend Katie’s 30th Birthday (hi, K, happy birthday!)

In honor of her birthday, I made her a 30-song playlist. It’s 30 songs or songs by artists that remind me of her and our friendship. We’ve been friends since I was 18 years old and she was 19 and we didn’t have our shit figured out but we knew we liked Law & Order: SVU and calzones and singer/songwriters and really big iced coffees.

Now it’s 11 years later and she’s turning 30 and has a couple of books out and a home to call her own and is married and still loves really big iced coffees and calzones, but maybe now with a side of wine and kale juice.

Happy Birthday, K. I am proud of who you are. And where you’re going. Enjoy the playlist.

xo

laughter on the playground

I talk about yoga lot here, and I think about it a lot in my life. If I could go to yoga at a studio every day, I would consider my life most perfect. Meanwhile I try to make time at home for yoga a couple times a week, if not more, and then go to the studio when I can fit it into my schedule.

On Tuesday, I was going to Ana’s in the evening, but because I get off earlier than everyone else I had three hours to kill and didn’t want to drive home to drive back to the Valley. Enter 5:00 pm yoga class, and heaven.

It was a mixed community class, and I wasn’t sure what to expect – would it be too easy? Would it be too hard? Was it enough time (most classes are an hour and a half, this one was just an hour)? It was perfect, per usual. It was vinyasa flow, and it made me sweat, try some new transitions, and challenge myself.

At one point, we were in revolved side angle pose, and our teacher wanted us to move into a one legged balancing pose I had never encountered in my practice, something like revolved half moon but with your hands in prayer instead of bound or spread.

revolved side angle pose

Basically from this, but with hands in prayer, then shifting your weight forward into this:

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And keeping your heart open to the sky whilst doing it.

Anyways,  the first side was balancing on my right leg, and as I went to take the leap forward to balance on one leg, I slipped and tumbled forward on to my mat, giggling all the way. It is always fun to try your hand at a new pose, because it’s fun to see what your body can handle, what it can’t, and how to get yourself to trust yourself enough to just lean in. It’s like on my wedding day when Lauren tried to get us into baby grasshopper pose, and I just was laughing my head off.

10706836_296518060548103_1120497072_nThe happiness emulated in this photo is everything – I was with my best friends in the world, I was about to get married, I was trying a new yoga pose, and my heart was light. I laughed and laughed at the progress I could feel and all the places I had yet to be and the effort it had taken to get where I was and the effort that it was going to take to get where I wanted to be.

But back to yoga class – the teacher in the moment whipped her head around to see where the laughter was coming from and said, “YES! YES EXACTLY. This is a playground. We should be hearing that – we should be hearing laughter. This is a safe space for you to explore. YES!” And it was so uplifting to me to be lifted to a place where I felt safe playing and laughing and learning. Later in the class I did a headstand for the first time in a class without a wall, and I felt an immense sense of accomplishment. I have so far to go, but I’ve come so far.

Happy Friday, friends. I hope you have time for yoga this weekend. Namaste.