MasukAMELIA'S POV:"The affirmative has argued that rules protect us from bad feelings. And yes. Sometimes they do. But who decides which feelings are bad? Another feeling. The feeling that fairness matters. The feeling that cruelty is wrong. The feeling that everyone deserves to be seen as fully human. These are not rules. These are prior to rules. They are the reason rules exist.""My opponent said that without rules, feelings have nothing to push against. I would say the opposite. Without feelings, rules have no direction to go in. A rule with no feeling behind it is just power wearing a formal jacket. It can be pointed anywhere. At anyone. It has no conscience. Only feelings give rules conscience. Only feelings tell us when the rule has gone wrong."I let that sit for a moment."Rules matter," I said. "I want to be clear about that. Rules protect people. The affirmative team is right that good rules are essential. But the question today is not whether rules matter. The question is whic
ANDREW'S POV:I sat down.Oliver nudged me. "That was very good," he said quietly."Thank you," I said.Across the aisle I could see Amelia. She was looking at the surface of the table in front of her but she was not taking notes. Just thinking. The way she thought when something had landed and she was deciding what to do with it.I had landed something.She was going to do something with it.I was glad.I would not have wanted to win because the other side ran out of arguments. I wanted to win because my argument was better than a genuinely strong opposition. If Amelia was recalculating it meant I had made her recalculate. That was the only type of winning that counted.* * * * * * *AMELIA'S POV:Andrew's third speaker argument was very good.I am not going to pretend it was not because pretending would be dishonest and also pointless because I could see from the judges' faces that it had landed. The part about bad rules being reformed into good rules rather than replaced by feeling
ANDREW'S POV:Oliver made the foundational argument. Rules exist to protect everyone equally. Feelings are individual and variable. What I feel is not the same as what you feel and if we each act on our own feelings without the framework of shared rules we end up in conflict, not community. He gave examples. He was good. He sat down.Then the first speaker for the negative stood up.It was not Amelia. She was their closing speaker, which was the most important position, the one that had to pull everything together and leave the last impression on the judges. The negative's first speaker was a girl named Priya from the year above who was very confident and who opened by asking the room a question."Can anyone tell me," she said, "what it feels like to be treated fairly?"She paused and let the room sit with it."You can feel it," she said. "You know it in your body when you have been treated fairly and you know it in your body when you have not. And that feeling, that sense of justice
AMELIA'S POV:Before I go any further I want to say something about the morning of the debate.Mum and Dad were very careful that morning. I noticed this because I notice most things and also because they were being more careful than usual, which created a slight variation in the normal texture of the morning. Dad made breakfast and did not talk very much. Mum asked me how I felt and then did not ask again, which was the right call because I had already answered once. They did not tell us to be confident or remind us how hard we had worked or any of the other things adults say before competitions that are well-intentioned and slightly unnecessary.What Dad did instead was pack us each a small bag with a water bottle and a snack for the intermission and a card. Mine said: rules are a promise. Make them keep it today.I looked at it for a moment. Then I put it in my pocket.Andrew's card, I found out later, said: your best thinking is still ahead. Trust it.We walked into school togethe
AMELIA'S POV:I then practiced the argument three times in front of my mirror, which I know sounds like the most dramatic possible thing to do but mirrors do not lie about whether you are convincing and I needed to know if I was convincing. The first run-through was too much in my head. I was thinking about the logic while I was saying it and the thinking showed. The second run-through was better. The third one felt right.Mum came past my room on the third run-through and stood in the doorway for a moment without saying anything and I did not stop because stopping breaks the momentum. When I finished she said, "The ending is right. The middle needs to be slower." I said I knew. She said, "Then make it slower." I said I would. She left.Becca came over one afternoon for a practice session and argued the affirmative against me, which she had been briefed to do, and she was a good enough debater to push me in the right places. There was one point she made that I did not have an immediat
AMELIA'S POV:The notice board said eleven words and I read them and I thought: good.This house believes that rules matter more than feelings. And my immediate, first, completely automatic response was: no they do not and it is not because I had thought about it but because I felt it. Which was already a point in my favour if anyone was paying attention.I signed up for the negative before Andrew got there. I knew he would want the affirmative. Andrew believed in rules and systems and structures and proper frameworks the way some people believed in their favourite football team, passionately and with a lot of data to back it up. He was going to argue for the affirmative very well and I was going to have to be better than very well.I was going to be excellent.I found him later and we established the rules of engagement, which were that we would not share our preparation with each other until the debate itself. This was my idea. I did not want Andrew knowing my arguments in advance b
ELIJAH’S POV:I called Lucas.He answered on the second ring which told me he had been waiting to hear from me. "Did Kojo find something?" he asked, skipping hello entirely, which was becoming a pattern among the people in my life and I was starting to wonder if I had set a bad example."The car wa
HANNAH’S POV:"Just wait and see," he said, and he was smiling now and not even attempting to hide it.I looked at him for a moment. This man. Honestly.We drove to the east side of the city, past the areas I usually went to, and pulled up in front of a building that looked like it used to be an ol
ELIJAH’S POV:"I appreciate that," I said."Unless she asks," she added."Obviously," Andrew said."Right," I said. "Obviously."Hannah came home at eight thirty that night, which was actually closer to the time she said she would be home than usual and I considered that a small victory. She came t
ELIJAH'S POV:He answered on the third ring with the voice of a man who had been awake for a while but was not going to mention it. "I saw it," he said, without any other greeting. "I was waiting for you to call."I sat down on the kitchen floor with my back against the island. That is not a thing







