Years ago, went to work for Anishinabe Enterprizes (an Chippewa Indian-owned company) taking down diseased city elms.
One of the benefits provided Anishinabe was the ability to draw labor from an incarcerated Stillwater Prison population - all the groundies were from there, paid very little - if any - for the day "off".
Third day on, before my morning climb a fellow drove to the site and hobbled out on crutches to watch us. As I was gearing up he approached me and told me to watch out and protect my climbing rope ends...these guys loved to yank and pull. He indicated his broken hip was the ground guy's way of having fun with the climbers. Okay then.
Topping out a giant elm, on gaffs but swinging in saddle too, I felt a tug. Looked down and saw three dudes pulling in unison - yelling "no" they tugged harder. I sent my Partner saw straight for them and they let go and scattered, ruined the saw of course, but came down later to the supervisor calling me a racist (my wife and kids are tribal members).
Had to resort to waiting for the super to split after my lecture, dropped my gear and it came to fisticuffs between me and four current convicts - felt I had nothing to lose and with that emotion, I didn't.
We became good friends after that, going the distance to help each other. I hate having to prove worth in such matters but whatever it takes to become an efficient group, so be it.
I'm older now.