The nights were often worse for Gabriel, even after long days working on the production line at a pork slaughterhouse in Nebraska. He had nightmares that the line – what the workers call “the chain” – was moving so fast, instead of gutted hogs flying by, there were people.
“You’ve been working there for three hours, four hours, and you’re working so fast and you see the pigs going faster, faster,” he says.
“There are some supervisors, you stop the chain because there’s a problem, they come out yelling, ‘Let’s go! Let’s go!’ They swear at you, ‘C’mon, you son of a…’”