Another departure and a homecoming: leaving Shanghai for San Francisco

Fred Marcus

Fred Marcus

Fred’s quest to obtain a U.S. immigration visa is eventually successful. He spends much of late 1948 compiling his immigration documentation and making the necessary arrangements to be ready for departure as soon as his visa comes through. In addition to his work at the hotel, he volunteers for the International Refugee Organization (IRO), helping to organize the departure of thousands of refugees still in Shanghai.

By January 1949, a Communist victory is imminent as Mao Zedong's forces advance on Beijing, moving south toward Shanghai. Fred rushes to complete his paperwork and set his affairs in order before his departure, now set for early February 1949. His last weeks in Shanghai are filled with appointments, work, and visits with friends. He obtains letters of recommendation from his employers at the Cathay Hotel and from the IRO.

On February 4, 1949, nearly ten years after he and his father arrived in Shanghai harbor, Fred pays a farewell visit to his father’s grave. The next day, he boards the S.S. Joplin Victory bound for San Francisco.

Transcript

Fred Marcus: I was the only refugee among those eight passengers. The others were American service officers, retired officers, people working for the government, and so on.

And we arrived in San Francisco in a dense fog. And it was a scary, wonderful experience getting into that fog with a pilot. And this American man, a 50-ish man, and I stood on an open bridge, just underneath the captain and the pilot. We could hear every word the pilot and the captain were saying to each other. We stood directly below them.

And imagine this dense fog, the ship creeping through the fog, giving its blast every so many seconds. And ships going the other direction, blasts had a different pattern so that they cannot blast themselves simultaneously and not hear themselves. And we heard another ship coming. And we heard the “Vrrrrt.” And finally, this ship appeared close enough to touch out of the fog and quickly disappeared. And moments later, somebody pointed up. And out of the fog came the orange lights of the Golden Gate Bridge.

And he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, “We're home.” And that was the big moment, not stepping ashore the next morning, but to get under that Golden Gate Bridge, and I never see it without thinking about that. That was a great moment. And, “Gee, this is really going to be my home.”

"And out of the fog came the orange lights of the Golden Gate Bridge."

USC Shoah Foundation Visual History Archive, Interview 9214

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