No, it doesn’t compare to the repugnant, hateful, immigrant animus of today, but here’s a reminder—circa Gilded Age 1890s—that there’s been a lot of put-down precedent for where we are right now. Here’s a sobering, nativist rhyme from Worcester, Mass.
“The Irish and the Dutch, they don’t amount to much.
“For the Micks have their whiskey and the Germans guzzle their beer.
“And all we Americans wish they had never come here.”