Labour Day isn't actually a holiday in Jakarta, but who are Jakartians to let that small fact stand in the way of a good protest.
People began arriving downtown at 4 am. By mid-morning, the crowds swelled and heaved. Slogans and chants rose up to the sixth floor, and I thought, oh geeze. How am I going to pick my kid up from school. The main gathering point, you see, is right outside our door. Cars could neither enter nor exit, and not a single taxi would drive towards downtown.
When I picked up my kid from school, I told her, "The traffic is really bad. There's a demo," not expecting her to understand.
She shot back, "Oh! Yes! Stella saw so many police just now!" So, I guess the schema for political activism is already formed in this two year old.