Democracy

It was *the* word in 1989. I was living in Hong Kong and was among those who poured into the streets to march in protest. I was entirely too young to appreciate the significance of the march... and in fact, even today, I could not pinpoint exactly what we were protesting.

For a brief moment in history, people cared profoundly. And even if I were to try, I could not fail to remember 1989 on every June 4th. Twenty years later, I'm sitting on my longboard in the surf as the sun sets over long beach... and I think of 1989.

I watched this today and cried:
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/tankman/