My mother’s family emigrated from Guatemala through Miami, settling in NY in the early to mid 60’s. Partly because my grandfather was offered a job at a SUNY school, and partly because as a historian he was watching the patterns of revolution warp and weave around himself, his wife, and their four daughters. Family legend states that after a class he was teaching at a university in Guatemala, a group of students came up to him and told him that the place for people like him was against a wall.
My paternal grandfather as a child dealt with people in his town calling him a “filthy kraut” since his parents were German.
It goes both ways, in all sorts of patterns.