Apr 30, 2004 01:54
"By midafternoon, the crowd was down to about five hundred maniacs who stood on the corner screaming,"Kill Li Peng! Kill Li Peng!" Only when a steady rain began to fall at 4:15 did they finally drift away. The rain cleansed the street of the blood. When it stopped, the crowds returned, and the soldiers fired again, and again and many more people died.
I thought how strange it was that Beijingers didn't want to get wet, but they weren't afraid of getting killed."
I know it is the history, but this bugs me.