That night, on the strip of taverns on Water Street in Kent, Ohio, a bar owner nabbed a spray-painting vandal. She called him a “capitalist pig” and squirmed loose. Someone started a bonfire in the middle of the street; someone threw a bottle. A mob rocked an old man’s car; he sped off under a hail of beer bottles. A group of girls chanted, “Pigs off the street! We won’t go to Cambodia!” Motorcycle gangs arrived. The cops read the riot act and released tear gas. Some students retreated to campus. A voice from a bullhorn drifted across rolling hills: “The revolution has begun! Join us! We’re
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