The students are revolting
On 10 May 1968, Michel Foucault listened in breathless anticipation to the sounds coming through his telephone. His partner, Daniel Defert, was on the other end of the line. But the sounds that so enchanted Foucault were not whisperings of love. They were the mighty rumblings of revolution.
Foucault was stationed in Tunisia as a lecturer, and Defert was on the balcony of his apartment in Paris, his telephone next to a radio reporting the events of what would later be known as the Night of the Barricades.
From his balcony on the Left Bank, Defert could see thousands of protesters in the streets between the Seine and the Sorbonne. Over the still moonlit air, he heard the chants of students and workers united in solidarity, hopeful of a
