Yes! It was even worse -- it was a true pen. A small space under an offal-dripping highway underpass surrounded by barbed and concertina wire.
The authorities, iirc, called it a "Free Speech Zone".
It was tyranny. In Boston. The home of Hancock, the Adams, Raul Revere, James Otis, Crispus Attucks, the Tea Party, etc. Boston, once a city famous for its buring desire for Liberty.
And without men like Phil Parlock, with Dad's such as he, without his family and kids to go in harm's way -- to cross their Jordan -- we are lost. Peons and serfs under tyrannts.
That Thug in his cap? Without Parlock and family -- tomorrow he and his ilk are our elected leaders. None dare up against them. Too dangerous.
They know -- from posts like yours -- that all they have to do is threaten your kiddies, your dear children -- and they have you. They have beat you, they have suppressed you.
Cheer on Mr. Parlock! Go and run to his aid! That is the right question -- "How can I run quickest to the side of Mr. Parlock?"