Nonetheless, I had noted that my 'people', as best I know, came to this country post-War Between the States, and pre-Ellis Island. They weren't slave owners, and also weren't necessarily huddled masses - just folks coming to build a decent, respectable life. By the 1920s, maybe earlier, my great-grandfather (whom I never met as he died when my Dad was three) was Chief of Police of a small midwest town.
Immigrants today don't seem to have the same desire to assimilate, or to maintain a semblance of decorum/respectability:
The navy blue shirt reads "-*-- all Cowboy Haters"
the * being the Dallas Cowboys Star
Somehow, I don't see #74 Bob Lilly wearing that shirt. Ever.
Stay classy, Señor!