Strike!

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Last week there was a taxi strike in my city, 10,000 taxis taken off the streets. If you are like me, you are wondering, "How can there be a taxi strike in a Communist country?" I don't know. I couldn't find anyone who could tell me, either. No one knows. It just happened. As my Chinese colleagues put it, "Who organized this?" And, "Is this a new day for China?" I didn't answer, as I have no idea. And it isn't my place to say.

It wasn't in the newspapers, though. I only knew because I couldn't catch any taxis, and then I heard rumors of taxi drivers telling patrons a few days before to prepare for a taxi strike coming soon. But it wasn't reported on. I doubt anyone outside the city knew about it.

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