They put me in mind of some “honkies” that were working for this road. A contractor came to them and offered them more money. The spokesman stepped forward and said: “We wanti no more job, we maki ’nough mon.”
1916, American Federationist, v 23, n 1, American Federation of Labor and Congress of Industrial Organizations, p 280–81
It is true that the steel industries of Youngstown, Ohio, have gathered together for work in their plants hundreds of foreign workers, men and women, most whom still are aliens to our country, who have different standards of living from Americans, who speak a different language, think in different terms and act according to different ideals than those that prevail under our Republic. These workers have not yet become assimilated and a part of our nation. Their outlook is less broad. Their conceptions of their own rights and the freedom that ought to be theirs are far less complete than what they should be, but, nevertheless, these foreigners—“Dagoes, Wops, Honkies,” call them what you will—are human beings with hearts and souls, and all of them have the natural desires of human beings and infinite possibilities of human development. They are infinitely more valuable than the iron with which they work or the steel that they create.
1946, Milton “Mezz” Mezzrow and Bernard Wolfe, Really the Blues, New York: Random House, p 216:
First Cat: Hey there Poppa Mezz, is you anywhere? Me: Man I’m down with it, stickin’ like a honky