"A terrible personal realization touched each member of the passenger committee. They dared not say it openly, even to each other. Some could not bear even to mention it to their wives and children. It was inhuman, degrading and endured in private, but it cut deeply into one of the most basic of human needs; the need to be wanted. Instead they had been rejected. Even the New World did not want them, now they must rely again on the Old.
The captain watched them leave. He knew as they did, that the only certain gate that remained open to welcome the passengers on the St. Louis was the gate to the concentration camp."