Here's a good little read. The first couple paragraphs:

A long time ago -- centuries, it has been -- the poor, the wretched, the hopeless one day came to the end of their fear. As a lazy, opportunistic philosopher many hundreds of years later would describe it, they came to that place where they chose not to live any longer on their knees, the cattle of wealth, the chained labor of users. Many were the children of enclosures, whereby the landed aristocracy put an end to the centuries-old practice of allowing the workers to live on the land of the lords. With such acts of selfish, greedy cruelty, the free and unfree alike, who had come even to have claim of their own to land, were sent on their way, welcome only for the plantings and the harvests.

Between the devastation of the Plague and the evictions from the manors, perhaps a quarter of England's people would be on the road, without a place of permanence, without a place of belonging. The civil courts of England had long before, in the early part of the century, decided that those who were not noblemen had no standing to plead their cases. In so doing, the crown had left the peasants with the full understanding that they were beneath the protection of law.

Perhaps the angry mob that day knew ownership was for the wealthy, while rage is forever the last comfort of the masses.