Peking Spring

LENNART FRANTZELL

In the late evening of November 27, 1978, a crowd of three or four thousand people could be seen parading across Peking’s Tianan Men Square. Only when one came quite near to them did one see that these were not the usual well-disciplined marchers with flags in one hand and crib sheets in the other. This was a noisy, disorganized crowd, pushing unsteadily forward. The slogans that echoed in the square did not carry the usual mechanical sound. They were vibrant, ardent, revolutionary: Long Live Freedom! Long Live Democracy! Long Live Human Rights!

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LENNART FRANTZELL

In the late evening of November 27, 1978, a crowd of three or four thousand people could be seen parading across Peking’s Tianan Men Square. Only when one came quite near to them did one see that these were not the usual well-disciplined marchers with flags in one hand and crib sheets in the other. This was a noisy, disorganized crowd, pushing unsteadily forward. The slogans that echoed in the square did not carry the usual mechanical sound. They were vibrant, ardent, revolutionary: Long Live Freedom! Long Live Democracy! Long Live Human Rights!