Up until 10 years ago I had the type of job that took me all over the country.
I met with this "stealing our jobs" type during an after work pint in one of the local pubs.
Unfortunately for him and his 2 mates, my area manager was staying overnight with us before heading off to another part of the country in the morning. The conversation went something like this, but I have to paraphrase in places to keep it clean. See if you can guess where...
Local: "How about you [deleted] Geordies [go] back to where you came from and work there? You're stealing our jobs!"
AM: "Actually, we'd be happy to employ locals. It would save us fortunes in overnight staying away from home. Do you have the ability to spray industrial grade paint?"
Local: "Erm Whats that?"
AM: "See the red steelwork in that building site? We go in and spray a coat of paint on that steel that is correct to a 10th of a millimetre. Can you do that?"
Local: "Erm, [no. not really]."
AM: "Would you like to learn? we're always looking for lads."
Local: "I wouldn't get out of bed for less than £10 an hour!"
AM: "Actually, that's basically what we pay the young lad there who's job it is to make sure the pump never runs out of paint... shall we see you on-site in the morning?"
Local: "[no], I'm not working for you northern [people]. [deleted]"
AM: "So, even though we are stealing a job you can't actually do, and offering you a job you won't actually take, we're somehow stealing the jobs in your area? Please tell me more!"
Suddenly these lads had another place to be in. Unsure where they went.
In short, These people are more than willing to complain about people stealing work from them, but put them in a situation where they are getting the money they think they want, in exchange for their benefits and free time, they say "No" almost every time.
In my experience, the people who are pissed off about jobs being took, are the ones that don't want to work. The ones that do want to work are too busy looking for work to complain. (And are quiet enough to actually hear about opportunities...)
On a positive note though, One of the "coloured" gentlemen from the back of the bar overheard the conversation, and started work for us the next morning, while I trained the "Pot Laddie" up in Paint Spraying. With his limited english he was shown which numbers to look for on the side of the paint tins, and where to pour it.
I think that "Pot Laddie" I trained up actually owns his own spraying company now...