Personal Response To Elie Wiesel's 'Night'

One day, when Elie returned from the warehouse, he was summoned by the block secretary to go to the dentist. Elie therefore went to the infirmary block to learn that the reason for his summon was gold teeth extraction. Elie, however pretends to be sick and asks, ”Couldn’t you wait a few days sir? I don’t feel well, I have a fever…” Elie kept telling the dentist that he was sick for several weeks to postpone having the crown removed. Soon after, it had appeared that the dentist had been dealing in the prisoners’ gold teeth for his own benefit. He had been thrown into prison and was about to be hanged. Eliezer does not pity for him and was pleased with what was happening

Reading Elie Wiesel’s Night, has moved me deeply; for the first time in my life to read such horror, pain, and numbness my mind could not digest everything. To think that our own men killed, abused, and tortured their own people is heart wrenching. On page 33, a sentence stuck out to me most that I believe summarizes the whole message of the book. A fifteen year old boy, living day by day, confesses to his father, “I'll run into the electrified barbed wire. That would be easier than a slow death in the flames." Just reading these words, I could imagine this helpless young boy quickly losing faith. He had no desire to live, no motivation to continue, and absolutely no faith in God. A boy that age or anyone should have to think about an easier

In the memoir, Night, author Elie Wiesel portrays the dehumanization of individuals and its lasting result in a loss of faith in God. Throughout the Holocaust, Jews were doggedly treated with disrespect and inhumanity. As more cruelty was bestowed upon them, the lower their flame of hope and faith became as they began turning on each other and focused on self preservation over family and friends. The flame within them never completely died, but rather stayed kindling throughout the journey until finally it stood flickering and idle at the eventual halt of this seemingly never-ending nightmare. Elie depicts the perpetuation of violence that crops up with the Jews by teaching of the loss in belief of a higher power from devout to doubt they

What would an individual do if their entire life was being stripped from them? Well, that’s exactly what Elie Wiesel had to figure out throughout the book, Night. The autobiography, Night, is about a teenager and his family trying to survive the Holocaust. The main characters in this book are Elie Wiesel, Tzipora, the dad, and the mom. The Wiesels get taken to a concentration camp just because they are Jewish. Elie Wiesel had to overcome facing death and hardships just to barely survive another day.

The Holocaust. One of the most memorialized events in the history of mankind. Tragic deaths that tallied over 20 million total. The majority of those ( 6 million ) were of Jewish ethnicity. This novel follows the life of what was a young prideful jewish boy, to a what turned into be a hopeless, near death, young man. This is a non-fiction book known as Night ・ Elie Wiesel.

You must act quick! Go into hiding with Maria. Ensure that your father, mother, and baby sister go as well. You don’t know the horror that awaits you. If you find your current situation unsatisfactory just wait for Auschwitz. I know right now that word means nothing to you, but trust me, Auschwitz contains immense suffering for millions of Jews. If you and your family don’t go with Maria right now, your mother and little sister will die promptly after arrival of the death camp and ,your father will eventually follow. Your two older sisters will be separated from you as well if you don’t go right now. This is the last chance for your whole family's lives to be saved. Show this letter to your father to convince him that this is the best option.You

From reading the book “Night,” one thing that’s struck me with great depression is the time when when Elie quit believing in god. When Elie quit believing in god, his whole attitude changed for the worse about how life is and that what we have is how it’s going to be. In a sense, Elie betrayed god because he believed that he never helped anyone that needed help when they asked for it. The main reason this had a huge impact on me is because I can’t even imagine how life was being shown in Elie’s eyes. Elie’s way of life was changed in such a dramatic why that I can’t even think of how I would react to it. I don’t cherish religion like Elie did before going through the Holocaust, but it strikes me as being very tough

My picture book lesson that developed as a result of this class discussion was presented to a ninth grade college-prep level class at Bishop Hendricken High School. Hendricken is an all-male Catholic high school, and this particular class has thirty students. Although there is not a great deal of diversity at Hendricken (about 90% Caucasian students), this class is fairly diverse. There are four African-American students, seven Hispanic-American students, one Japanese-American student, one Syrian-American student, and one Indian-American student in the class. Most students’ literacy skills are at or above reading level, but there are three students with 504 plans (each with ADD) and one other student with dyslexia. The class has been reading Elie Wiesel’s memoir Night, and based on a survey of the students most have had limited experience studying the Holocaust.

Today has been a long day, but I felt the need to come back and write something down in this journal before retiring for the night. I thought this place was creepy during the daytime, but that is worth little when compared to how eerie the nights are. Everything outside is pitch black, with no moon to break through the dark void.

I 'm here, sitting in the shortest shorts and the lightest weight shirt I can find, because in my one bedroom apartment here in this slightly dinky DFW suburb, it is the early afternoon as I start this letter, feels well over 100 farenheit, and, of all the viable places to put my desk in this home I am paying far to much for is directly next to a goddamn west-facing window. Cheap black out curtains can only go so far. I am many things on this nasty and ungodly hot afternoon: I am sweaty, I am tired, I am inspired, and I am, most of all, a coward. When was our last unfortunate encounter? Ages ago, it seems, although I suspect fourteen months is a more accurate guess. I must seem foolish and ridiculous, writing you this pathetic cacophony of thoughts--that 's the first time I 've ever thought to use that word...am I correct in its usage? The longer I type, the more I feel my diction becomes grandious, as though I am trying to write you a gothic romance novel. Perhaps that would be a more interesting read. Perhaps I should send you a copy of Jane Eyre instead. I have one, actually, if you would like to borrow it.

Clock strikes and we climb up the stairs to a balcony where the night untraces the constellations of your cheeks

This absence aches in the soul’s essence, that burns within my dreams and haunts me. This infinite absence of nights and days is endless. It was so easy to say that “Farewell,”

An Apology Mouth seething and lips chapped with drool I am mad at The turd I left in my brain The front doorstep That everyone can see That tells my nightmares how To scare me I am mad that I can’t clean My porch I can’t make myself presentable Because fall came And I can’t rake my lawn empty Clear Free of drenched flimsy leaves Sticking to my attitude

I cannot stand the silence that accompanies loneliness because as soon as I am on my own, the voices in my head start to sing their songs of somber thoughts.

Later, I lie on my pallet, hands behind my head, examine the ceiling and try to think of something worthy to write in you, Mr. Journal. So seldom is there anything. Nothing seems truly worthwhile.