TROMPER
Weren’t the strikers breaking windows and burning fences? Didn’t they threaten to burn the works?
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL
Fighting for their children and their homes, they were—for the right to have more than cattle or pigs—more than a place to sleep—and enough food to keep them working. Food! Ha! Like gasoline put into a motor-car—
TROMPER
I was fighting to save you money—
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL
Against the men you used to work with, side by side, your own blood-brothers—
TROMPER
No brothers of mine, those sweating, smelly ignorant dogs! I might have been born one. That wasn’t my fault. But I didn’t stay one.