ABSTRACT
In a quarter-century as a journalist, I have covered such stories as the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, the trial of China's Gang of Four, and the rioting and murder following the assassination of Indian Prime Minister Indira Gandhi. But when anyone asks which story most stands out in my memory, I answer with a single word: "Kwangju." I spent only one day in Kwangju during the rebellion there, but that single day, May 26, 1980, was enough to burn into my brain permanent images of brave people for whom the struggle against tyranny was very much a matter of life and death.
