A short and stunted people is created--a breed strikingly differentiated from their masters' breed, a pavement folk, as it were lacking stamina and strength.

The men become caricatures of what physical men ought to be, and their women and children are pale and anaemic, with eyes ringed darkly, who stoop and slouch, and are early twisted out of all shapeliness and beauty.
To make matters worse, the men of the Ghetto are the men who are left--a deteriorated stock, left to undergo still further deterioration.

For a hundred and fifty years, at least, they have been drained of their best.
The strong men, the men of pluck, initiative, and ambition, have been faring forth to the fresher and freer portions of the globe, to make new lands and nations.

Those who are lacking, the weak of heart and head and hand, as well as the rotten and hopeless, have remained to carry on the breed.

And year by year, in turn, the best they breed are taken from them.