FWIW, I lived for a short time on the “Other side of the line”. Lemme 'splain.
When I was a youth, I lived in a Children’s home. Basicly, a facility run by the county for kids who were too wild for thier parents and who were taken away from thier parents for whatever reason. The House Parents, (Our daily Parental figgures who lived on campus with us) were members of AFCME, set up a picket line right in the only enterence to the campus. It changed our lives quite a bit and sure got tounges a waggin’ when NBC showed up to do a spot for the national news.
The "scabs’ the county used to get the kids proper supervision were the part timers, who were not Union members and were given a whole lot of overtime. Normaly, these were aides who went home at the end of the day. Those Union members who were Secretarial or security, or whatnot continued working. One supposes because they still had kids to take care of.
There was only one incident of violence by a striker. A busted windshiled.
Among the things we did differently was,
Walk to the edge of campus to get our school bus when usually it came to the doors of the buildings.
Take a different route to the Gym, so we wouldn’t go near the picket lines. (We wern’t even allowed to talk to the strikers, who were supposed to be like Parents to us which upset me as I liked the folks and would have liked to ease thier inconvience)
Workers were not allowed to bring thier cars on campus so they had to park in a lot across the street, and walk over.
Some Trucks,(one assumes they were union companies) which normaly came on campus to be unloaded (Grocery truck in this example) stayed off campus just outside the line and required unloading and hauling to the food storage area by hand.
On a personal front, my father was also a member of that same union, so he would not cross the picket line to come pick me up for the weekends we usually spent together. So, I stayed there the enire time. As well as refusung to cross to come visit me. So for the Month or so they were on strike I got no visits from them. (My Dad was a stong union guy to the point were I got yelled at for watching Scab NFL.)
I know it dosn’t clarify much, but it was fun to tell anyhow.