Analysis Of The Movie ' The Night '

The stories about Adolf Hitler, the Nazis, and the Holocaust have become just like any ordinary story narrating events in the history. For many Jews, the Holocaust was a horrendous experience yet over time, the emotional reactions on the narrated stories of what happened in such brutality in past has gradually declined in intensity. The rage, the hate, the fear, and the sorrows that go with educational reading the events are no longer striking yet a visit at United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington DC stirs a different kind of emotion. The museum exhibits seem to take the visitors back to the past days and feel the fear, pains, and sufferings of the Holocaust victims while reviving the feelings of hatred to the barbaric Hitler and the Nazi soldiers and followers.

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I went Into Elie Wiesel 's Night having read the book in various stages in my life. It seems to follow me through my schooling years. In junior high I read it in standard English class, just like any other book I would have read that year. In high school I read it for a project I was creating on World War II, looking at it from a more historical approach. Being a firsthand account of concentration camps made it a reliable source of historical information. But during previous times when I was reading, I never thought to take a look at it from a theological point of view. Doing so this time really opened my eyes to things and themes I hadn 't noticed during previous readings.

Also located on the entrance of the first floor is Remember The Children: Daniel’s Story. The exhibition tells the story of a family's struggles during the Holocaust from the perspective of a boy growing up in Nazi Germany. The exhibition takes you through a touch, hear, and see exhibit throughout. Daniel’s diaries provide as the primary text and are based on the stories of young children during the Holocaust.

In situations of crises, people can have different reactions; some people might be destroyed by the hardships associated with being forcefully imprisoned in concentration camps, others may transcend above these crises through their strengths. In fact, many people in the Holocaust reacted differently; some by rising above with strength and determination while others exiled their faith to the shadows forever. Throughout history, several different reactions have been accounted for but some do not take the time to think of why survivors reacted in the manner that they did. By doing this, many people will gain greater insight on just how devastating the Holocaust was, even though some chose to make light out of darkness. Therefore, though the Holocaust is a despicable time in history, many chose to write memoirs about it in order to share their tales of both devastation and conquer to all who were unaware of the Holocaust’s significant affect on people (since many chose to turn their heads the other way while this was happening.) Overall, there were mixed reactions regarding the Holocaust, some using it to make themselves stronger, while others were severely affected; suffering from blows that would never heal.

The memoirs and stories that we have read and discussed in class have described The Holocaust as a life changing event that made both the conquered and conquerors question if there was any faith left in humanity and what were their true motives. Arguably the most horrific event of the twentieth century and even in Earth’s history, The Holocaust devastated most of Central and Eastern Europe. It separated loved ones, most of the time forever. These stories display the courage and hope of ordinary people who just wanted to make it to the next day, by any means necessary.

Businesses were set ablaze by former friends and the same devoted customers that they had happily served only hours prior. These people tell firsthand how they were cast out of their own homes while their belongings were being tossed like garbage and their valuables distributed amongst all the attackers and people they once thought of as family. They serve as an example of how fast an entire nation of people can be swayed to do things that are hateful and immoral against their own fellow countrymen. This all resulted from a law that dictated the Jews had no rights to anything. Regardless if were pressured to do things or were motivated by self-benefit or economic reasons, each side is told in this exhibit. Every dark and guilty memory is shown through the eyes of real people.

I was fortunate to participate in a field trip with the Miami-Dade County School of Education to the Holocaust Museum, located at 1933-1945 Meridian Ave, Miami Beach Florida. At the museum, every statue and picture displayed are constructed to educate the public on the history of the horrifying events that happened not too long ago. Even the address of the museum is the recognition of such an unforgettable and tragic event, the Holocaust, 1933 through 1945. At the entrance of the museum stands a statue of a mother figure draped in a blanket looking somber as she embraces her children at her side. As I looked at their angelic like faces I already started to sense the hopelessness and pain these poor souls must have endured. Just a few feet from this statue towers the grand memorial of a giant dark and light green metal arm

This evening I was fortunate enough to hear from one of the few remaining survivors from the Holocaust, Irving Roth. Sure the Holocaust may have been several decades ago, but there is no doubt that it is an event in history that we as a nation can never forget. What started out as an opportunity to earn extra credit on an exam turned into a very interesting as well as emotional moment. Mr. Roth touched on many different aspects of the Holocaust before, during, and after the tragic event.

I have been to the Holocaust Museum a number of times for various different events and occasions. I know many people who work there and I even know some survivors. The Holocaust though, has always been just a hard thing to grasp in my mind. Even with all of my connections to the Holocaust I still feel so disconnected with the events that transpired. I think this was my 6th time visiting the permanent exhibit, but this was the first time I did it without a tour. I looked at the pieces of the museum that particularly interested me, not what the tour guide showed me. I thought about the questions of this assignment and was having a difficult time really coming up with an answer. I now realize that the fact I don’t have an answer is my answer.

The Holocaust is one of the most inexplicable and heinous periods of modern human history. Historians have spent years trying to understand why the perpetrators did what they did, and why the victims reacted in the ways that they did. For those who experienced it, the Holocaust was a time when very little made sense and lives were turned upside down and left looking nothing like they previously did. Despite studying the event for years, survivors and historians are still left bewildered at how such an unfathomable event even occurred in the first place. By reviewing the literature assigned in class, it is possible to begin to piece together the events of what happened and see how it impacted those who lived it. Although it may not be

At the age of ten, I was honored to light a memorial candle at the New Jersey Statehouse during its Kristallnacht commemoration. As I walked down to light the candle, I tried to grapple with how the Holocaust impacted me. I was quite aware of my Mother’s study and teaching of the subject. Additionally, I knew of the semi-distant family members who were killed during the Holocaust. Despite this understanding, it was extremely difficult for me to truly understand the horrors of the genocide. Even when I performed Holocaust research a few years later, it was still difficult. The concentration and death camps alongside the ghettos were monuments of the horrors of a distant history. While only more than half a century old, there seemed to always be a distance between myself and what occurred. My knowledge and experience did not elevate the Holocaust from being a subject of study to shipping my basic fundamentals.

I was sixteen years old when I was first confronted with tangible evidence of evil as I looked through a glass wall at the severed braids of Jewish prisoners at the Auschwitz concentration camp in Poland. I had heard stories about the Holocaust in school and saw pictures of camp survivors prior to arriving, but as tears covered my cheeks I realized that dry recitals of facts and frozen images were completely inadequate to convey the depth of suffering experienced in that place. Nothing could have prepared me to see hundreds of neatly labelled suitcases which were never intended to reach their destinations or to walk into shower rooms and imagine the screams of children my age as they choked on poison gas. I looked at the German students visiting the memorial with me and realized that the “monsters” who had been at work during the Third Reich, the grandparents of many of my friends, were people just like me. I was unable to comprehend the type of hatred that could drive thousands of otherwise “normal” individuals to systematically isolate, torture, and seek to eradicate an entire ethnic group. The vague interest I previously had in human behavior transformed into a driving passion to discover why people do the things they do – a passion that lingers with me today as I observe

As I walk my way through the museum, I cannot bring myself to speak. I read every board, poster, and analyzed every picture. Soon I made my way around a corner and a room could be seen up ahead. As I step into the room, it find it hard to take breaths. On both sides of the walk are shoes of the murdered. I couldn’t believe the sight, the smell, or the vibe of the room. I smelled death, despair, sadness, and burning. I felt terrified. The Holocaust museum made a lasting impact on me. If a memorial could affect me in such a way, I cannot even start to imagine what my grandfather had to go through.

Understanding that as generations passed, many of the vital lessons of the Holocaust would be lost to time, revisionist narratives, and erosion of physical verification, conference organizers elected to open a visual dialogue to engage the Holocaust as a universal cinematic