I remember when I was in high school I wanted to be on the debate team. I had never seen an actual organized debate, but I did have ring side seats to watch two master debaters any night of the week, my mother and father. My mother is the pro-debater. She has this way of using words like silver bullets and piercing your heart as if you were the werewolf that terrorized a village. I'd watch the sweat form above my father's brows, a sure sign of possible defeat. But I learned at a very young age, the power in words and how, if carefully chosen, could persuade the most stubborn contender to fold under the pressure of an extensive vernacular.
is none other than Melvin Tolson (Denzel Washington). Yes, Denzel has traded his tailored suits and "Blue Magic" for a polyester knit jacket & pant, and traded his American Gangster persona for an educated and fiery word-conneisseur. He leads the debate team through the Jim Crow south. While watching the movie, the 1930s racial undertones are quite obvious as "Whites Only" signs plague the backgrounds and scenes of black inferiority and white supremacy made me want to rise up and protest. I forgot for a moment that is was circa 2007. But my father was born in 1937, so I'm only one generation away from the "Coloreds Only" section.