Outside, military convoys in helmets and riot gear rumble past, headed to a hot spot where crowds are expected to gather, some to show support for the hartal (strike), others to demonstrate against it.
Inside, I am doing one-on-one tutoring with Lychhay, a young Cambodian woman. My sister wasted no time in putting me to work as a tutor at the university's Writing Center, which is trying to continue its work uninterrupted in spite of a general strike, hourly power outages, and the loss of a staff member due to a family emergency.
Lychhay brings with her the text that we will use for her reading comprehension lesson. I am tickled to find that she has selected a speech, titled The Destructive Male, by Elizabeth Cady Stanton, women's rights pioneer and fellow New Yorker. It is rather archaic language (written circa 1868), some of which is difficult even for me to understand, but she listens attentively as we discuss strategies for understanding what for her is just a thicket of words.
Inside, the power goes on, off, on, off. Outside, the military convoys rumble past.
Revolution, inside and out.