“Night”
has an interesting effect on me. I really appreciate what Elie Wiesel is doing
and how it difficult it is for his to find a reason for his writing.
Personally, I like the book, not because I find it enjoyable, but because it
helps repay a great debt. However, the events that occur in the book are
difficult and almost heartbreaking to hear, which makes it very difficult for
me to write about this book and not feel terrible. I find it difficult to put
to words what goes through my mind when I read “Night”. Why? How? What could make someone want to do something
like this to others? And how could so many not see the terrible treatment of
those around them? People have the power to do marvelous things and influence
the world in remarkable ways. And yet, they can also do the opposite. But why
would we want to? I feel so torn about diving back into the horrors that those
first couple of day in Auschwitz must have been. How is it possible to allow
such degradation of yourself so completely that you don’t even care to reflect
on your family or past life? It’s like you become…animalistic.
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