Well I've told you, folks, quite a bit about myself and this is what I've heard more than a few times while crossing a street in my small hometown in Kansas and no, it wasn't 150 years ago.
Hey, you m*therf*ckers go back to Iran. Hey, you beaner why don't you go back to where you came from ... hmmm, Sioux City, Iowa, I presume, I was born there, lived there for a couple of months, and then was kidnapped by my adoptive parents (my dad, who was a WWII veteran that served in the South Pacific) and transported to my quaint little hometown. So many memories that I have always cherished about that 'friendly' little place.
What was always amazing to me is that my dad served as President of a local chapter of the "American" GI Forum and was always fiercely patriotic. I mean this to the fiber of my being, I never understood it.