One cold, snowy night in the Ghetto I was woke by a screeching cry. I got up and looked out the window and saw Nazis taking a Jewish family out from their home and onto a transport. I felt an overwhelming amount of fear for my family that we will most likely be taken next. I could not go back to bed because of a horrid feeling that I could not sleep with. “Wake up Lily! The Germans are taking us!” yelled my mother. I jumped out of bed and packed a bag full of valuables and clothing. “Where are they going to take us?” my 7 year old brother Dominique asked nervously. “I do not know,” my father replied. My mom was dressing my 3 year old sister Nia when we heard the Germans banging on the door, “Open up!” Father opened the door, in the hall we saw three guards all armed with …show more content…
“I love you, I’m going to stay with your father and Nia, she can’t survive out there,” she sadly said. “I want to live too!” cried my 3 year old sister. I thought to myself “She is only 3 how does she understand what is happening?” We all hugged one last time before jumping I could not believe that this would be the last time I would ever see my family. Dominique and I went to the edge of the Freight car and we counted down, “1...2...3!” As we jumped the only thing I could hear was the shot of a rifle and a short cry from Dominique. Once I got up from the frigid snow I looked to my left and saw the dead corpse of my brother Dominique. I broke down crying “Why did they do this, why do they hate us so much!” I did not have time to cry I had to run into the woods before they shot at me. It was getting dark so I headed to the train station to catch a train to France to get away from the Nazis and live with my Grandparents. I thought to myself while on the train, Why did Hitler do this to the Jews and why would anyone do the things they did to human
The Holocaust was a wretched period in World History. It was a miserable time for both the Germans and especially the undesirables. The Germans, under Hitler’s power, were going throughout different parts of Europe and taking Jewish people. The Nazis brought them to Ghettos to starve, get beaten, and be mistreated, until it was time to take them to a concentration camp. There, they were put to work and at the same time were given little to no food. Getting out alive seemed hopeless, but those who lived, published, talked about, and wrote about their time in the Holocaust. In Night and Maus, Elie Wiesel and Art Speigelman lead us through their past and told us their story.
The Holocaust left a scar that will never heal in the people and the nation’s heart.This disaster has brought many people to tears and made the people wonder how the Nazis can be so inhumane. What would have change if all the people who disagreed with the Nazi’s action all stood up together and fought the Nazis? Would less people die or will the people that tried to fight back get involved and gets killed too.
On September first in 1939 Germany invaded Poland. In which this began the start of World War II. It was also the beginning of the Holocaust. The Holocaust was the state sponsored persecution and murder of six million Jews by the Nazi regime and its collaborators. The Greek meaning of the Holocaust is, (sacrifice by fire.) When Nazi’s came to power in 1931 they believed that Germans were racially superior, and that Jews were inferior.
“Vlad,” she whispered in Russian, “you must hide quickly. The Germans, they are here.” Now I understood. “Where’s father?” I asked in a soft whispery voice.
“You know this isn’t like the normally cases we take Sammy” Dean said to his younger brother.
Lucinda’s parents just sat there for a minute trying to understand what they just heard. “You mean you’re thinking about doing this?" her dad asked.
She yelled, “I can’t take it anymore. The noise, the same old routine day and night, and the constant fear of being killed. I just can’t take it. I have to stay cooped in this house knowing that everyone else is dead.”
So we ran to the cars they had waiting for us. Guns pointed at us we were told to get in them and sit down. Any who stood or tried to get out of it would be shot. The train moved and with it took us on the way to the next camp we were to survive in. The car had no cover and in the wind we nearly froze for an entire night. One man jumped out of the car and onto the snow. We watched as he was shot by the Germans as he landed on the ground. He tried to run but before we knew it he was out of sight and all we heard were gunshots ringing out in the
“It was late at night,” he said. “I was on the couch trying to sleep, when my mom came to check on me.”
"Hera will I be okay?" She asked me. I could hear the fear in the child's
“it’s a surprise,” she said. I get into the car I was confused, my niece and nephew were thrilled. we all asked “where are we going?” again but my
When you grow up you learn about the world and lose you faith in humanity this is how I lost my faith in humanity.I lost all of my faith on September 23, 2013 when i learned about the holocaust.The holocaust was when the worst of humanity was shown.The deeper i dug the more empathetic I felt for all of the victims of the holocaust.I was exposed to many messed up things I will share all the things i saw so if you are squeamish then stop reading.
The relationship between the Holocaust and Literature has certainly been a useful one. The Holocaust has defined almost every Jewish writer and many non-Jews, from Saul Bellow to Jorge Semprun. Yet, there appears to be a disconnection between what they both represent- the juxtaposition between literature's inherent attention to representation and appropriation and the inalterability of the Holocaust along with our moral obligations to its memory. Academically speaking, a good literary piece innately distorts narratives and jeopardizes reality's details. However, to speak of compromising reality in the context of the Holocaust seems almost profane. The heart-rending stories of these events need no artistic elaboration.
The Holocaust was a history of enduring horror and sorrow that killed six million Jews. I became more humble and modest as I learned about the Holocaust. I thought it was good enough to help those who need help, but the rescuers of the Jews during the Holocaust taught me the true definition of ‘help’. They did everything possible under any risks and circumstances to save as many Jews as possible. They absolutely put Jews before themselves. I also realized that I am living in a very peaceful world, with no obstacles and limitations. I am not qualified to complain or be discontent about the world I am living in now. In addition, I was able to grow mature and build forbearance and patience in any situation.
“Oh my.. go upstairs, everything will be alright.” said my father, with a voice that was rushed and cracking, almost as if he didn’t believe his own words himself.