I grew up in a family that despised unions.
I was only in my teens, but remember the story of my uncle that had a plastics molding factory on Long Island.
Union thugs in their shark-skin suits started picketing his plant.
My uncle was a small guy, but tough.
He went out to the picketers and garbed ones hand.
Looking at his palm, he shouted something to the effect of
“you G** D*** Son of a B****, you never worked a G** D*** Day in you life. Get the H*** of of my property before I beat the H*** out of you.