Shlomo “When they withdrew, next to me were two corpses, side by side, the father and the son. I was only fifteen years old.” A jewish boy try to help his father survive the “Night”. The analyzation between father and son in the story “Night” is Elie and his father, and meir and his father have contrasting actions towards their fathers such the way they cared for their fathers and the way they felt about their father during their imprisonment. In his early childhood Elie was born September 30, 1928, in Sighet, to an Orthodox Jewish family. His parents, Shlomo and Sarah, owned a grocery store in the village where they lived.
He had been recovering pretty well but he fell ill again and never recovered. Death has been commonplace here in Germany the last few years with ex troops dying from battle wounds and people succumbing to the effects of poverty. Even years after the end of the war, death is still a prominent factor of everyday life. With the war and its consequences came hardships for many countries but because Germany was the antagonist of the war we got the brunt of the reparations for the war. The entire country has been made to suffer for Germany.
This quote came from a 19-year-old south Sudanese girl. After fleeing her home due to the violence, she and thousands of others are trapped at camps where civilians are supposedly held “safely”. Men and women live in constant fear at these camps, knowing that at any moment, the army of the opposing ethnicity could at any time come and raid their camp and murder hundreds of people. “South Sudan’s civil war is supposed to be over. In April, after more than two years of conflict that killed tens of thousands of people, the opposition leader, Riek Machar, returned to Juba with nearly 1,400 troops to resume his post as the vice president to his wartime rival, President Salva Kiir.”(Fortin New York Times).
“I’m afraid not” my brother finally spoke, “but we will try something.” The fans did not help this time. I was sweating profusely to the point where I saw drops of water splash on the ground and I could not tell whether it was tears or my sweat. Nevertheless, I stuck with whatever my brother told me. “Okay, grab me a wet towel and help me clean this up” my brother said. “I cannot stand the smell of that putrid smelling pee” I told my brother.
I got you.” The Giver screamed to Jonas in the cold, and icy snow storm as he opened his back door that Jonas never noticed before.. He scooped up Gabe on his back and helped Jonas up and both of them started to pace towards the house. Jonas collapsed once he made into the warm and dry house. The Giver scooted Jonas over to the warm fire place and got him and Gabe hot chocolate. The Giver made every effort he could to save them and it certainly payed off.
Racism In Elie Wiesel's memoir Night he goes threw the holocaust and the horrible things that happened to the people in the concentration camps. Elie was a jew who lived in the town of Sighet. He was put in a ghetto at the age of 15 in the year 1944. He then spends time working hard and trying to survive for his father until the day of his father's death on january 28, 1945 just months before his liberation on April 11, 1945. In the book Night there was a lot of racism toward the jews, the disabled and others.
This all meaning that the soldiers are practically dehumanized. There were hundreds of thousands of hospitals all over Germany, France, and Russia similar due to such conditions. He is in fact a part of the lost generation because he is only twenty years old, yet knows "nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and the fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow" all because of the war. People who unfortunately took part in growing up in such generation were also experiencing the same emotions. The narrator mentions how he wonders what society would particularly want from them once the war ends, due to the fact that through the years, all they’ve been taught to do was kill - "our knowledge of life is limited to death."
My brother lunges quickly and angrily at the man in the black overcoat yelling loudly “LET HER GO! LET HER GO!” over and over again but only getting a strong and fast slap across his face making him land on the floor with a loud thud. I get up quickly and pick up my brother, holding his hand tightly, hearing the loud but faint screams of my mother outside telling the soldiers that she’ll do anything as long as we’re left unharmed. One of the soldiers yell something out loud again and looked at the man in front of us, as if asking for permission for something. He nods and yells “Make it quick!
It’s been almost a year and 2 months since me and my family were sent to the Gulag. I’ve already lost two toes from the frost bite. My father ran a church for fifteen years and had a fairly happy life with my two sisters and mother. When “uncle joe’s” secret police came, they shot both my mother and sisters. My father knew that if he kept the church running and disobeyed the law, he would be killed.
He had the look of death in his eyes. Just the sight of him made my stomach turn. "You are now a prisoner of war" He barked. My eyes lay blank with confusion, "Where am I?" I said with confusion, "Somewhere you really don 't want to be."
After a while he had realized he lost his entire family except for his older brother. But soon enough, Black was liberated on the arrival of the British army and set out to start a family. To this day, he still speaks about traumatic experiences he had been through in those prisons. Meanwhile, he is still trying to piece together his family story. Since he isn’t the only survivor there still were many hardships in the concentration camps that everyone had gone through, although this is one of millions of stories there is, it still gives you a clear example of what it was like to become one of “Hitler’s slaves”.