Tiananmen Square anniversary

I was still living in Chinatown in Manhattan when Tiananmen Square protests began. For whatever reason these were seen as a hopeful sign about the Chinese regime. The Chinese in Chinatown, like most New Yorkers but more so, were always stone faced as a matter of public street form. For those couple/few days, however, before the crackdown, they seemed oddly elevated, more square-shouldered, a little lighter on their feet. Then the inevitable, and everything returned to normal.