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| Night: By Elie Wiesel Paper Quote: |
Originally Posted by my paper Imagine you are suddenly taken away from a life you once knew, and when you realize where you are at and what is
happening, you notice smoke coming from tall dark towers, screams coming from every direction, dead bodies all around you,
some bodies still decaying, their stench fouling the air, people laying all over the ground soon to join the dead corpses, and
many many overseers onlooking at their progress, taking in pleasure watching the people you once knew burn in fires, laughing
maniacally, taking in a sick, but joyful, pleasure in all of this. And a lord to go with all of this, still on what is left of the earth the
people above know of, taking them from their lives and sending them to this hellish place, where if they are judged by
appearance and don't please the lord they would be damned to this scene. Once in this place, others lose faith in the god they
once thought they knew. Everyday they ask themselves, "Why God? Why me? Why have you created this monster?" God is
The Creator, is he not? He created Lucifer, and banished him from heaven, who in turn ruled Hell. Would you have think you
had died and been judged and sentenced to Hell? Am i talking of Hell? Am i? Nay. I am merely telling the way life was here on
earth when a man named Adolf Hitler overtook power in Germany and created his own version of Hell and found hapless
followers and trained them to hate a single human religious race, the Jewish people.
Night is Elie Wiesel's personal account of the Holocaust as seen through the eyes of a 15-year-old boy. The book describes
Wiesel's first encounter with prejudice and details the persecution of a people and the loss of his family. The author manages to
describe all the horror of that place very vividly. Wiesel's experiences in the death camps of Auschwitz and Buchenwald are
detailed; his accounts of starvation and brutality are shattering—a vivid testimony to the consequences of evil. Throughout the
book, Wiesel speaks of the struggle to survive, the fight to stay alive while retaining those qualities that make us human, which
almost seemed harder to do than the labor he was given daily. While Wiesel lost his innocence and many of his beliefs, he
never lost his sense of compassion nor his inherent sense of right.
When Wiesel was 15, he and his family were forced out of their homes and into a ghetto, a small, rundown housing
development enclosed by a huge wall. Life in the ghetto was tough, as food was hard to get a hold of and friends and family no
longer were able to visit each other due to the demons who walked outside wielding black swastikas who threatened anyone
to their death if they were seen outside when told not to. The Jews were treated like animals, in the ghetto and out of it.
Compared to what happned later in the book, this place was a slice of temporary heaven. When it was time to move them to
the concentration camps, they were all loaded onto a train and rode for hours to Buchenwald while everyone on the train lived
in the worst conditions, except for the "lucky officers", or the Capos, and many were stricken were stricken with hypothermia,
starvation spread throughout, people fought each other for a few scraps of bread, often killing people in their wake because
everyone was spacked in together so tightly on the train and people were even frozen solid. At different intervals of stops, the
dead bodies were simply shoved off the side and more people would come on to fill up the lost space.
Whenever Buchenwald was finally reached, all survivors were told to jump off and the bodies were rolled away in the train. I'll
bet you the Capos took the train a few miles down the track and took a shovel and scooped all the bodies off and just sprayed
off the sides of the car walls and called it clean, and thought it decent for the next batch of Jews to come in and take in the
disease and filth of the dead that still lingered in the air of the car.
Life, if you want to call it, was considered to some people hardly worth living. Everyday it was basically the same thing over
and over again; you wake up to the sound of presiding officers of your block firing guns, sounding horns, or just yelling and
screaming the words that ment death, "Wake up! Time to work!" Worst part about the labor was not the labor itself, but
having to work naked for the most part. The bad part about that is that everyone gets tired, agreed? if you were caught resting
while supposed to be doing labor it was a common sight to get beat with truncheons and whips, often leaving large red marks
on your bare flesh. Food was the same every day, the same soup and the same bread, of which people would fight over and
the Capos took it for a sport almost, betting on who will end up being the strongest and taking the bread or the shoe, or the
peice or metal everyone was fighting over. Friends were the hardest thing to find, but could also be very easy to find.
Wiesel did make a few friends in the camps, but none were able to keep their lives long enough to savor the friendship.
Friends were hard to find but the friends you did make weren't always trustful. Some could have been bribed by the Capos to
spy on his fellow Jews and report anything suspicious, in which if something was found, the accused would be put to death, or
punished a day of rations. In some cases, "partners" were chosen by the accused to die with them. And the mole of the group
receives a small bowl of soup and little extra crumb of bread for his services. Care to exchange some bread for the death of
your only friends? "Yes" was a common answer. It was almost impossible to tell who true friends were.
Sometimes even existing friendships were broken over time, as with your relation with your family. It was quite
common to see young men fight their fathers or uncles over a small matter, such as a single shoe which is even missing its sole,
or they fight each other to death over a small amount of ration. Elie thought once or twice whether it would be better for his
father to die and leave more food for him and to give him some more space and use his fathers clothes for his own, but then,
who would comfort him after seeing the rest of your family gunned down right i front of you? Wouldn't it be nice to know if at
least one other family member you knew of still existed? This could also be a double-edged sword. If your father was to live,
would it not hurt you more to see him suffer? Would it not hurt you more trying to sacrifice what little food you have to keep a
dying person alive who looks so old, frail, and brittle that he doesn't even look like the one who you used to look up to and
call "da da" or "father" anymore? Wouldn't it be considered folly to try to drag around a skeleton with you all day and trying to
work and trying to feed it in hopes of bringing it back to its former life?
Eventualy allies got closer and closer to their camps, but did that always mean liberation? Not for Elie. His block, along
with numerous others, were sentenced to move out of the camp and run, literally for their lives, to the nearest camp while vile
snow stormed around the group, ceating a cold, deadly maelstrom. If anyone wanted to take chances, they could wonder off
from the group and try to create his own path to a new life outside the camp. No one was allowed food, water, or soup, or
anything warm for themselves. The only thing they were allowed to bring was what clotes they did own, or what clothes they
could carry on their backs. So it was either starve, freeze, be wasted like a worthless animal by a Capo, or run. Your options
are not limited. You didn't have to run. Maybe any of the other choices would have been a popular choice, but what faith was
still kept by some people old them, "freedom awaits over the next hill." Instead Elie and his group made it to the camp, but not
with its full numbers. Elie's father was picked on and abused at the camp. He later died.
Elie did survive the concentration camps and did renew his faith in God but still find it hard to accept certain facts, like
when his father died, he thought he would not be able to live without him and hated it when he died even though he gave
thoughts about killing him himself. | ok please disregard the spacing but on Wordpad i had to double-space lines, but please, tell me if this seems like a good paper: this is a paper i have to turn in tomorrow so prompt posting about this would be most appreciated. If you have read the book please tell me anything i might be would want to put in there, or quote the message yourself and bold the area where you change.
Ive spent about 3 hours on this total so i know its not perfect.
Please give me some feedback
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01-25-2005, 07:08 PM
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| Personally I have never read the book but hey, i'll proofread your paper for you, I'll do anything to procrastinate doing my work  .
Also, just wondering, did you write that first paragraph?
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The author manages to describe all the horror of that place very vividly.
| Adding in bigger words always makes teachers happy. For example:
"The author manages to describe the atrocities of the death camps of Auschwitz and Buchenwald in bitter detail." Quote: |
Throughout the book, Wiesel speaks of the struggle to survive, the fight to stay alive while retaining those qualities that make us human, which almost seemed harder to do than the labor he was given daily. While Wiesel lost his innocence and many of his beliefs, he never lost his sense of compassion nor his inherent sense of right.
| You need to stay in a single verb tense, don't switch from "retaining"
"seemed" "given" "lost" etc. For example:
Throughout the book, Wiesel speaks of the sturggle to survive, the fight to stay alive while retaining those qualities that make us human, which almost seems harder to do than the labor he is given daily. While Wiesel loses his innocence and many of his befliefs, he never loses his snse of compassion or (use 'or' here, not 'nor') his inherent sense of right.
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Compared to what happned later (Spelling: Happened) in the book, this place was a slice of temporary heaven
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everyone was spacked (I think you meant 'smacked' here) in together so tightly on the train and people were even frozen solid
| Paragraph 4 Quote: | Whenever(when) Buchenwald was finally reached, all survivors were told to jump off and the bodies were rolled away in the train. I'll (Never, ever, ever, ever use words like I, you, we, etc in an essay unless the teacher specifically asks for you to give your opinion. bet you the Capos took the train a few miles down the track and took a shovel and scooped all the bodies off and just sprayed off the sides of the car walls and called it clean, and thought it decent for the next batch of Jews to come in and take in the disease and filth of the dead that still lingered in the air of the car.
| Also, there are only two sentences in this paragraph.
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Life, if you (don't use the word 'you' for what I stated in the previous paragraph want to call it
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screaming the words that ment (meant) death
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"Wake up! Time to work!"insert period Worst part about the labor was not the labor itself
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. [Capitalization on If] if you were caught resting
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shoe, or the peice (Spelling: piece or metal everyone was fighting over
| Paragraph 6 You keep using you and I, never do that unless teacher asks your opinion.
You get the idea, just read through your paper and watch out for mainly:
1) Staying in the same verb tense
2) Not using first person
3) Spelling
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| Your so sweet Tipsy. I take you are a good english student?
I never read the book, I never got to the point. Only thing I ever knew about him was in the Holocaust. Wrote a 14pg Essay on the Holocaust. :-\
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01-25-2005, 07:44 PM
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Originally Posted by Runexten Your so sweet Tipsy. I take you are a good english student?
I never read the book, I never got to the point. Only thing I ever knew about him was in the Holocaust. Wrote a 14pg Essay on the Holocaust. :-\ | no, proofreading is actually easier than writing it, I can do proof reading well, but I suck at writing actual drafts.
why did you enter every line? Im not gonna bother reading like that.
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01-26-2005, 09:22 AM
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| Thanks for the proof-reading. now i need to load it up and change a few things around.
ill rearange where i used I and YOU
__________________ "The Doors of Perception" She danced around and round
To a guitar melody
From the fire her face
Was all aglow
How she enchanted me
Oh how I’d like to hold her near
And kiss and forever whisper in her ear  Last sexed by Darkmatter : 05-2-2005 at 5:47 PM.
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