It was celery soup, I believe, with tomato and potatoes in it. A very big pot. The students wanted to take delivery of it, because they had been soupless for the past three days while staging an “occupation” of the law faculty in protest at Israel’s actions in Gaza. The law professor refused to let them, for reasons that were rather more vague but had something to do with health and safety.
“I question your judgment!” said one protester, a disdainful young man with sandy brown dreadlocks. “Well, I am a judge,” said the law professor. And nobody even sniggered, except the security guards. For this was a serious business.
For decades, student activism has been in the doldrums in this country. It is hard