The ongoing protests — with millions shouting, “No Kings!” — remind me of a lonely road in Hart County, Kentucky, and a cold, misty Sunday morning on Nov. 19, 1989. That day, I walked 11 miles to church to deliver my message against tobacco, carrying a sign that read, “Tobacco Kills.” Shortly after I started my journey, a woman flashed me the middle finger, and I had to jump into the ditch to avoid a large truck speeding toward me. The following…