"Whatever industry [the Chinese] have attacked they have captured; whatever they have attempted they have mastered; whenever there has been an encounter between them and our own people they have come off victorious. And these are said to be the very offscouring of the Chinese ports. If then such results come to us from contact with 130,000 of their lowest grade of intellect, what shall be the measure of their success when free intercourse, open ports, and the attractions of foreign commerce pour upon our shores the numbers they can spare from their 400,000,000 of population?—when their leading men, with subtle intellects, come in conflict with our plodding minds?—who shall dare say which is the superior race until the conflict is over? Every contest between ourselves and the Chinese hitherto has been to them a victory."
— San Francisco Chronicle, 1875
"Well, the Oriental doesn't put the same high price on life as does a Westerner. Life is plentiful, life is cheap in the Orient. And as the...
philosophy of the Orient expresses it, life is— is not important."
— General William Westmoreland, in the documentary Hearts and Minds (1974)
"There are 3 billion people in the world and we have only 200 million of them. We are outnumbered 15 to 1. If might did make right they would sweep over the United States and take what we have. We have what they want….Without superior air power America is a bound and throttled giant, impotent and easy prey to any yellow dwarf with a pocket knife."
"Imagine a person, tall, lean, and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan, a close-shaven skull, and long, magnetic eyes of the true cat-green. Invest him with all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one giant intellect, with all the resources, if you will, of a wealthy government—which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence. Imagine that awful being, and you have a mental picture of Dr. Fu Manchu, the yellow peril incarnate in one man."
— The Mystery of Dr. Fu-Manchu, 1913
People have talked about the 'yellow peril' till it's got to be a meaningless phrase. Somebody must wake up to the realization that it's the deadliest peril that ever has menaced white civilization. Why shouldn't you have your hand in such wonderful work?"
"Linda," said the boy breathlessly, "do you realize that you have been saying 'we'? Can you help me? Will you help me?"
"No," said Linda, "I didn't realize that I had said 'we.' I didn't mean two people, just you and me. I meant all the white boys and girls of the high school and the city and the state and the whole world. If we are going to combat the 'yellow peril' we must combine against it. We have got to curb our appetites and train our brains and enlarge our hearts till we are something bigger and finer and numerically greater than this yellow peril. We can't take it and pick it up and push it into the sea. We are not Germans and we are not Turks. I never wanted anything in all this world worse than I want to see you graduate ahead of Oka Sayye. And then I want to see the white boys and girls of Canada and of England and of Norway and Sweden and Australia, and of the whole world doing exactly what I am recommending that you do in your class and what I am doing personally in my own. I have had Japs in my classes ever since I have been in school, but Father always told me to study them, to play the game fairly, but to BEAT them in some way, in some fair way, to beat them at the game they are undertaking."
This is from someone
whose next movie might feature a cold, heartless villain called The Mandarin? Good luck on not offending anyone with that! Just don't count on any tie-ins with Panda Express!
''Twas yellow skin and slanted eyes, that did betray us with their lies. Until they crossed the Righteous Path of our Prophet's holy wrath
"Soldiers of the United States Aerocorp, your courage is but a death rattle against the fury of my Divine Whirlwind! I shall crush you like giant mutant insects are crushed under their own weight! Your women will be shipped off to my pleasure palaces, your men toil as slaves in collective rice paddies, the White House will be turned into an opium den, your war-craft melted down into mecha toys, your beefsteak swapped for fishheads, your cars made smaller with better fuel economy, your children will get the three R's confused with the letter L__" "Ensign Proton," came the cool tones of their captain. "Why don't you demonstrate to our visitors the strictness of American immigration policy?" "Fake-mustachioed fiend — how dare you come in the face of Lady Liberty!" Proton's foot slammed down on the master firing pedal. "Eat radium explosive, you dog-eating dogs!
— Plan 7 of 9 from Outer Space