I woke up in jail with the jackboot of a SWAT team officer pressed down on my back. Choking from tear gas, I was picked up by my hair, handcuffed and thrown into the back of a paddy wagon. This was not a dream or a 1970 anti-Vietnam War demonstration flashback. It was YEAR TWO after I lost my job, and under arrest for peacefully occupying a park with others who were protesting homelessness.

After all, America was great again.

The news came that…