Witnessing the Protests in Hong Kong
I realized that something was brewing while on the hour-long train ride from Lok Ma Chau, the land border crossing from Shenzhen, into central Kowloon, the bit of Hong Kong hard across the harbor from the LED-drenched skyline of The Island. The video screens on MTR trains play an ongoing loop of local news snippets, complete with repeated commercials, and subtitles in Chinese (which I neither speak nor read). Catching up on an uncensored Internet for the first time in several days, it took me a while to notice an uncharacteristic violence in the news video clip playing in my peripheral vision, and then to slowly realize that the public transit system of a city in China was showing video, shot the night before, of police violently suppressing a public protest.
I had to go see for myself, of course.