What did they want? Just union rates, union hours; white men’s pay, white men’s hours; not nigger slaves—?
MRS. FELIX (admiringly)
Bravo, John! You ’re shaping up!
[The light moves closer, as if listening intently.
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (nodding)
I told you to wait! (To Tromper) You beat them, didn’t you?
TROMPER
And a tough job! Strike-breakers weren’t enough—
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (to Mrs. Felix)
New York thugs, gunmen—with brass knuckles, hand spikes, and automatics—licensed to bruise, maim and kill—