I prefer my jokes to be based on facts. Here is one that isn't (and my humorless replies, suitable to the humorless joke that civilization became when it died). (And another version.)
Your car is German. (Mine is indeed an import; I had a Ford until it got totaled; if hunting season were longer someone might have bagged the doe that was waltzing on the freeway before I hit her.)
Your vodka is Russian. (Can't stand the stuff. The word "vodka" probably originated in Poland.)
Your pizza is Italian. (Semantics. Heavy-cheese low-veg pizzas are really an American thing, but leftover veg on flatbread is indeed Italian.)
Your kebab is Turkish. (Uh-oh ... kebabs originate in Persia.)
Your democracy is Greek. (The Greeks had a sensible democracy with a limited franchise. Universal male suffrage is a Franco-American corruption.)
Your sauna is Finnish. (Go Finland!)
Your coffee is Brazilian. (Probably should have skipped this one. Dozens of countries export coffee.)
Your movies are American. (My movies are British. I'm interested in neither vampires nor serial killers, thankyouverymuch.)
Your humor is Jewish. (This is the truest item on the list.)
Your electronics are Chinese. (Maybe, I usually see them credited to the Japanese. The import innovations were all American.)
Your numbers -Arabic. (Hindu, actually. Oops, second time an Indo-Aryan invention has been assigned to someone else.)
Your letters -Latin. (True.)
Your tea is Tamil. (See "coffee", above.)
Your shirt is Indian. (Oh.)
Your oil is Saudi Arabian. (Not my fault, but true enough.)
And you complain that your neighbor is an immigrant? (Hmm...
I fled to an area with low crime and it just so happens that none of my neighbors are immigrants. If I lived next to the charming Chinese family who runs the second-best restaurant in town, I doubt I would have any complaints. If I had unpleasant immigrants for neighbors I wouldn't complain anyway since many employers would fire a white man for speaking his mind, and many immigrants would get violent with him. I have a family to provide for and I can't do that while unemployed, in the hospital, or in prison fighting "hate crime" (self-defense) charges.
In case the person making up this joke didn't know it, kebabs, shirts, and saunas don't reproduce. If they did reproduce, it's not entirely clear to me that the first generation of US-born kebabs, shirts, and saunas would commit crimes at rates several times higher than their parents.
The rate of kebab-perpetrated violence is negligibly low in any case. Shirts and saunas, on the other hand, can be downright brutal. See, I can be funny too! It's just that my jokes don't make light of the physical and demographic persecution of the decent, ordinary descendants of a once-great, spacefaring, inventive, generous civilization by the Mexican mafia, Islamic extremists, Islamic moderates, and the like.)