In the small hours before dawn, 5,000 students gathered for a political parade through Chungking. They were dressed in the motley of China's youthfamily hand-me-downs, G.I. castoffs, ragged patches. Many had walked as much as 20 miles to the city. A university dean accompanied themin a ricksha supplied with sandwiches and oranges for wilted marchers.
Exuberantly, waving placards, urged on by cheerleaders, the students snaked through Chungking's winding main street. No one stopped them, no one dispersed them. They blocked all traffic, engulfed even the coolie coal-and-water bearers, whose makeway cries of "Hai!...
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