Men like themselves, workers like themselves with as little as they, as much to want, coming here with police thick around them, to steal work, to break this strike. After three weeks of this cold, of waiting, of fear at night and the wives doubting, they should come to break the strike, people like themselves. There was a quality of wonder about their anger. This was something they had been prepared for, but could not believe. They could understand that the police were against them, the management, and the newspapers. But not others like themselves.
