Concentration Camp Narrative

On a cold fall morning, hundreds of Jewish families woke up to be told that they were to come with the Nazis and that they would be leaving their homes. No explanation, no clue as to where they are going to end up, they bagged up their necessities. The mothers and fathers carried bags upon bags of things that they believed that they were going to get to keep. The children cried, the mothers trembled in fear, while the fathers tried to hold their families together. Out on the cold streets they went, to wait. The Nazis were mean, strict, and rude. Telling the not to move or talk, having them stand never giving them a break. Basically treating them like a dog they were trying to teach a new trick. They taunted and made fun of them and laughed at their looks.

In 1942 thousands of Japanese were inturned after an attack on Pearl Harbor by the Japanese. The U.S had been neutral up until that point, but the attack brought America into the war. The Japanese were interned because of the risk of espionage, at least according to the government. Although the government thought it was okay, the Government should not have inturned thousands of Japanese.

Life in a concentration camp impacts Elie and his father’s relationship for what they do for one another. The first example shows the reverse roles of caring for one another.“I’m burning...why are you being so unkind to me, my son? Some water…” I brought him some water. Then I left the block for roll call. But I turned around and came back again. I lay down on the top bunk. Invalids were allowed to stay in the block. So I would be an invalid myself. I would not leave my father.” (Weissel 105). The reader can understand the love relationship between father and son. Even though the father is dying, the son is still continues to care and pamper his father’s request. From the first sentence the reader can conclude at times the son is selfish or

Years after the liberation of the German Concentration Camps, one can still be overwhelmed with so many questions - mostly “Why?”. Why would a nation of people feel the need to cause incomprehensible pain to an entire culture of people? Why would a nation support the need to conduct the most horrendous medical experiments on a group of their own citizens? Why would so many blindly follow and adhere to orders to inflict suffering on men, women, and children whose only fault was being born Jewish, disabled, or otherwise deemed expendable? These questions cause newer generations to examine the “whys” so that, as a global community, we never repeat such atrocities again.

Today must be the most life changing day of my life. I now know what had really happened in concentration camps. Prior to today I thought concentration camps were places of worship for the Jews, but no. I have literally seen hell. I don’t think I will ever be able to live life with the same mentality again. Today is the most horrific day of my life.

Hunter:How would you feel if at the age of 9 you were sent to a Nazi concentration camp? Marion Blumenthal Lazan had this happen to her.

It am in a world where war and fighting is what I live around. But all the bombs were going and shaking the building. But I don’t know how much longer I can stay away from the Nazis. But I am the only survivor and I look around the village to see if their was another survivor but I never found no one. But I keep moving so the Nazis will never find me and take me to the ghettos and the death camps. Even though, I am frightened. Today was the day that Nazis took over Warsaw. While I was walking down the street I felt drums at the bottom of my feet but I knew it wasn't drums it was tanks. After, some soldiers gave bread but some soldiers got Jews and made them clean the sidewalk with their beards. But other soldiers cut off all their hair on

Yesterday night out of nowhere, my father, Mr. Frank, informed me and the rest of the family that we needed to urgently leave. I was shocked and confused. I could hear the firmness of his voice, so I refused to ask why. Before I packed the things I could hold, my father kissed me on my forehead and said, “We are going into hiding, so the Germans can’t bring us to concentration camps. Those camps are where the torture us, make us do work, and where our dead bodies will be located.” A deep cold chill ran down my spine and I shriveled and started to pack. I took one my father’s trench coats because I know it will help conceal all of my supplies. In one pockets, I placed a picture of my family. Whenever I’m about to give up on surviving, that

I hear the shrieks of small children, and the desperate pleas of adults begging for mercy. You would think that one would be immune to it all by now; I once believed that too. I was raised in a completely Jewish household, and was separated from my parents and siblings merely a few years ago. They arranged for me to be adopted into a military family to keep me safe. My new family kept in contact with my biological one in secret. Despite my religious beliefs (of which I follow audaciously), I had no choice but to join the forces as well. Refusal could lead to not only suspicion, but ultimately death.

It was the second week that Edith woke in the horrid concentration camp. The acrid smell of burning bodies did not mix well with the biting cold. At any moment, the guards would arrive, ushering the half-asleep prisoners out of their barracks to start the arduous work day. After what felt like ages, the guards finally arrived, bursting through the doors of the barrack. Edith rushed over to her brother, Shmuel, to wake him up, then to her mother and father before the guards could. The guards herded everyone to the mess hall for breakfast. After they finished scarfing down their cold bread and drank their bitter coffee, it was time to work.

Lessons can be learned through experiments but at what cost? Steven Pinker, a experimental psychologist, once said, “If you give people literacy, bad ideas can be attacked and experiments tried, and lessons will accumulate.” This quote by Pinker gives a great idea what could happen when people get literate and conduct experiments that they will do to learn more. The Nazi’s wanted to learn more about the human body. During the Holocaust, the experiments that they performed were the most wicked and dehumanising crimes in history.

It was a normal day in Andrea’s neighborhood. She lived next to the Auschwitz camp. That day she noticed something was wrong because a lot of cars were coming in and out all day in the night she decides to look out the window carefully and she saw a lot of the Nazi soldiers taking a lot of people into that camp. After she heard the soldier screaming and yelling at those people, she saw when the soldier were hitting the men and when they were kill, she decide to go to sleep but she couldn’t sleep with those yelling and screaming of the people. Since that day the Auschwitz camp became the largest Nazi concentration camp. Days had passed and she keep seeing the Nazi mistreating the people and killing them, one day she decides to go to the backyard of her house and she saw a woman

I have seen documentary about he concentration camp but have never actually visited the place where all of this horrible event happened. I bet when you saw the place you understood what the victims of this tragic been through. The camp probably look depression because many people lost their lives and family member. When you saw the concentration camp, did everyone you heard and learned about that event became a reality to you? You are luck to see that with your own eyes. Video let many of us heart broken and upset. I think when we see the what they endure and the pain their been through then we will be able to put ourselves in their shoes. I completely understand why they do not want to talk about the event and I agree with them because I

“What jerks, you should be ashamed of yourselves, treating a woman like this, you have no right!” I yelled to the guards. I thought that the guards had been too far to hear, but they were not. The guards charged towards me with a smirk on their face, as if they were excited about what I had said. As they approached me, I realized that they could kill me, so I ran, this might not have been very smart, but I did and I never stopped, until I reached the 30 ft. wall guarding the camp of course. I made a right turn at the wall, then a left, and another left, and then a right, anyways you get the point. Finally, I stopped to take a breath and whack! The guard grabbed me firmly by the arm, and shoved me into a door, and dragged me by my feet to my sleeping cotts. That was the last I saw of them, they just gave me a rough smirk and walked out of the cotts as they spit on the cold hard floor. I never saw my mother again, I assume that she got killed, I mean most for the Jews did, but not me, I fought until I was rescued, which brings me to my next story, I was laying in bed one misty morning, and it was sleep-in day for the prisoners, which meant we got to sleep in until 4am, which was amazing rather than waking up at 2am. It was more quiet than normal, I walked out of my cott, until I reached the muddy, wet surface. I kept walking freely, which is not normal, because usually the

all the while I do this we are already on to the last stretch of the tour. We are in a dark room and you could hear the breaths of the members of the group. It makes me feel uncomfortable but we soon make our way into a room full of light. Their is a man their standing about 6”0ft also fair skinned with a sort of spike hair cut giving out cards. As I go through the line he hands me card with a little boys face on it. The picture on the card is black and white with the name Peter lined up above the little boys face. I am confused at first but then I realize that this is the face of a boy who was in an internment camp. After everyone gets this card we are taken through the stages of when they are bought into the camp from when they are executed or escape. I first start in a room where if you are between the ages of 14-40 you are to go into the interment camps and work until death. The other room was for women with babies and the elderly. They were to be executed immediately. I go through a door with myself and my seventeen year old sister and wave goodbye to my mother and little sister. I think to myself I can’t believe that this is what they had to go through. After walking through the short hallway that led us to our “fait” we all end up in the same room. It took people including my self a while to realize that we are in a gas chamber. We all sit down on a bench a thin layer of sand lay