Midday, March 12, 2011
On streets under martial law for a day, crowds converged from various universities. Among them were men, women, educators, and students. Their action: a procession; their objective: merely demonstration.
Vast banners, diminutive flags, placards detailing governmental transgressions—all instruments of protest. Hundreds merged into thousands, thousands swelled into tens of thousands; the column expanded ceaselessly. They embodied the force of demonstration.
Leading the procession were students from National Taiwan University, chanting slogans while scattering leaflets skyward. The flyers meticulously detailed the government's decision to relocate citizens as human shields. Upon reading, any person of conscience on Earth would feel incensed by the Taiwanese governmen
