It was another restless night. I gazed out my window watching, as the flames enlarged, casting shadows over the camp. The crematorium smoke was like a snake lingering and slithering over our fates. I watched through another window, as it swallowed every inch of the room and crept up the rusty long, old pipes, only to dance with the fresh breath of air in the outside world- the same world the I have never seen in awhile. The camp was still silent. I felt my eyes slowly getting heavy just as the sun was about to rise. Suddenly, a loud siren pierced through the quietness. I heard the German officers bang on the beds yelling “Wecke dich dreckiger hund auf!” The room gradually filled with life as the prisoners shuffled their feet and formed their …show more content…
We dug holes for hours with tools that were as useful as the clogs we were given (“The Holocaust Explained: How were camps run?”). It was a dusty job. Harsh winds blew small pebbles and pelted them at our legs. I have gotten many scuffs from these pebbles… I like to call them “battle scars.” Ever so often, on the windiest days, we would inhale too much dust, making it difficult to breathe. A few feet away from our worksite, were the 6 foot walls that separated us and freedom. It was there everyday, as a constant reminder of what we once had (“The Holocaust Just Got More Shocking”). I dozed off, dreaming of what it could be like, to see my family again… to go off to school… how proud they would be. A sharp pain suddenly struck across my back. I snapped back to reality, only to realize there was a figure standing right before me. They had shiny, tough black shoes paired with an olive green uniform. It was the German officer. He barked insults and threats at me left and right, ordering me to get back to work. I reached for my back trying to contain my pain. The blood dripped down and began to collect itself on the dirt. I stared at the blood on my hands, unfrightened by what just happened. Every now and then, the sounds of gunshots could be heard in the distance, signifying the tragic death of another. I felt bad for whoever the victim
The Holocaust is one of the most darkened events in human history, as it serves as a horrible event that took place 80 years ago. It stands as a chilling reminder of unchecked bigotry and intolerance of humans across the years and how a supreme leader can influence hatred in the souls of others. In the book ‘Night’, Eliezer Wiesel endured physical and mental pain while he was living in the camp. He was treated inhumanely like the rest of the inmates in Auschwitz who had lived there for years. This event shattered families across the nation, leaving permanent scars for generations to come, Elie was one of the millions of people who were affected by this event, and he bravely shared his memoir of some of the horrifying instances that he endured
Has it ever dawned upon you how a twelve year old boy might have experienced the Holocaust? In the memoir Night by Elie Wiesel, Mr. Wiesel told his story, leaving us with an astonishing and vehement view to what it was like to be sent to a concentration camp at the young age of twelve. To enhance the powerful effect of the book, a multitude of motifs were utilized, although one was undeniably conspicuous: The dehumanization of the Jews. The book was a full chronicle of one young man’s experience of the Holocaust, which included multifarious occurrences of the horrors Jewish prisoners were put through, ultimately removing the essence of their humanity. Symbolism was incorporated into this motif, in which Mr. Wiesel showed how one’s eyes not
Survival in Auschwitz written by Primo Levi is a first-hand description of the atrocities which took place in the Nazi concentration camp Auschwitz. The book provides an explicit depiction of camp life: the squalor, the insufficient food supply, the seemingly endless labour, cramped living space, and the barter-based economy which the prisoners lived. Levi through use of his simple yet powerful words outlined the motive behind Auschwitz, the tactical dehumanization and extermination of Jews. This paper will discuss experiences and reactions of Jews who labored in Auschwitz, and elaborate on the pre-Auschwitz experiences of Jews who were deported to Auschwitz and gassed to death on their arrival, which had not been
During the Holocaust, the Nazis did not stop at simply asserting their own superiority over the Jews; they stripped them of their sense of self and individuality and reduced them to the numbers they had tattooed on their arms. The theme of inhumanity is common in every story and every memory recounted in the memoir. Night makes you question the power of humanity. It makes you wonder how ordinary human beings could bring themselves to commit the kind of horror that we now deem unthinkable. But then again, people say that the most human thing of all is cruelty. And every family destroyed, every instance of torture and every life lost is
Man’s humanity is lost during the time of World War II. People victimize other people. Family fighting family, brother fighting brother in an act of mass genocide. Thoughts are beaten and drilled into their heads turning humans into mindless, fighting soldiers for an outlandish cause of “purifying” the population. During the Holocaust many books were written about the survivors. One book, Night by Elie Wiesel, exemplifies the inhumane acts of people against other people. Eliezer was a young boy when he was taken to a concentration camp, he worked and traveled from camp to camp. Treated like feral animals, the prisoners are worked to breaking points and have to endure raucous conditions. Many events in Night show how sick the people were to one another, more than enough to fit in this paper. A single essay cannot do justice for this memoir. The Jews in Night were treated so inhumanely throughout the course of the entire holocaust, but even though they were treated like sickly animals they treated each other just as bad.
This 1945 documentary reveals horrifying truths of World War II Nazi concentration camps and the evidence of war crimes committed to the European Jews. The entire Documentary depicts remains of what used to be humans that were starved and worked to death until their bodies did not resemble a human's. The film goes in depth through inhumane living conditions of camp members and their everyday life which included beatings, public whippings, forced labor, and execution. Additionally, the documentary shows the liberation of some camos and the examination of some liberated camp members. These freed camp members resembled carcasses and were on the brink of death.
Sweat beads dripping down my forehead, loud thuds in my head and a dark, dark quiet room. I kicked the blanket off of me, it almost felt like I was lifting a heavy weight off my shoulder and throwing the burden out the window. I spun my feet around and got up quickly, the world spun with me as if I was being sucked into an inevitable vivid hole like in Alice in Wonderland. I could feel the adrenaline rush. My heart was beating irregularly and I had a blurred vision. I managed to balance my feet on the cold, hard wooden floor. I felt a shiver scamper down my spine. I started fumbling for my calendar. Same day today, 10 years ago, 20th of September 1944, I was arrested by the Gestapo and deported to the Westerbork transit concentration camp and
Anxiety washed over the poor boy. It was dark, darker than Zerdek had ever know. With each second that passed, a low mumble could be heard from the corner. Something or someone else was here with him. Wherever here was. He shut his eyes thinking about the light. Thinking about anything that would make it seem like he was back at home. Home. He tried to remember the faces. He tried to remember each of the tree top building. Yet it was a blur. Everything that had happen with-in the last few hours, day, months was a giant blur from him. He had no concept of time. A click came from afar, as light came barreling in. Zerdek let out a low growl as he covered his eyes, unable to adjust to the light quickly enough. Arms reached out and pulled to two
During the reign of the Third Reich, the symbolization of the pink triangle was used to identify the thousands of gay prisoners who were sent to extermination camps under Paragraph 175, the law that criminalized homosexuality between men. Researchers say that an estimated 5,000 to 15,000 gay men died in these camps, however this figure does not include those who were interned and later released, let alone those who died undocumented and forever forgotten to history.¹ These thousands of men were forced through excruciating cruelties with little to no reprieve or recognition of the atrocities perpetrated against them. It is because of this that while they are not a distinct racial, ethnic, or religious group, the treatment of those who bore the pink triangle during the Holocaust follows the genocidal process and as such gay Holocaust victims should be considered sufferers of genocide.
The general idea for this short story came from a book named, Holocaust Testimonies: European Survivors and American Liberators in New Jersey (2001). This is a compiled collection of the eyewitness testimonies of the Holocaust during World War 2. It includes accounts of life
A laissez faire, only certain heroes seemed to break through the continuous flow of hatred which was a main factor that inspired the Holocaust. Out of that select group was a hero named Witold Pilecki, also known for volunteering himself into the barbaric camp known as Auschwitz. Ever since Witold Pilecki was born he had a fierce sense of justice to those who deserved it, hence why he devoted his life to becoming a soldier. Finally, Witold was presented with an importunity he thought he wouldn’t regret; it was to offer himself up to the evil and learn about what was going on inside the infamous camp Auschwitz. Once Witold entered into the prison all he had to do was observe and report anything/or secrets behind the barbed wire, though, his superior officers were not prepared for what was in store after they read Witold’s witnessed cases.
Everyone experiences emotional and physiological obstacles in their life. However, these obstacles are incomparable to the magnitude of the obstacles the prisoners of the Holocaust faced every day. In his memoir, Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel, illustrates the horrors of the concentration camps and their mental tool. Over the course of Night, Wiesel demonstrates, that exposure to an uncaring, hostile world leads to destruction of faith and identity.
My father told us to prepare to leave the city. My parents were scared but it seemed like an adventure to me. We collected warm clothes and took a train south. In October we were smuggled to Sweden on a fishing boat and taken to a place called ‘concentration camp auschwitz’. When we arrived at auschwitz, the German soldiers separated woman and children from men and that was the last time I saw my father. My father had been recovering from having a severe sickness last week, rumor has it, that my dad got put in the gas chamber because of his illness. It wasn't my father’s fault that he was sick but they obviously decided that he was to ill to work.
I was a hidden child. I hid in this woman’s house from ages three to five. I am very grateful to her, but I don’t know her name. I will never be able to thank her in any public way. How would you feel if you had to be hidden from danger? What will you do if you were found? Will you survive or perish? This is a true story about a German holocaust that survived, and is named Jeannine Burk.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a large camp. Men and women suffering at the hands of these Nazi criminals. We closed in on the camp rifles raised, sweat pouring down our head. We got to the last woodline before the camp when we stopped.