Thursday, February 28, 2013

Think Only For Yourself

While reading, "Night", by Elie Wiesel, I noticed how inhuman the Jews had become towards the end of the book. To survive, they thought of only themselves, and no one else. Before I had thought that the Germans had treated them as animals, but now, the Jews themselves morphed them into animals. What was once a insult was now a fact. There was only one goal that was shared by many of the Jews : Survive. Even if survival led to nonhuman behavior, so be it.

During the beginning of the book, everyone had a goal to survive the camps. However, being in a concentration camp did not stop them from practicing their religion, no. Even under those poor conditions they prayed in Kaddish. However, that all changed when religion was no longer their main priority, but food. People killed to obtain and consume food, literally. While Jews were being transported to Buchenwald, they had not received food or water at all. On page #101, while passing through a German town, the train had stopped and residents crowded around to see what were in the carts , only to find a handful of Jewish prisoners. Some people began to toss crusts of bread into the carts were a vicious brawl between all the men had risen in order to take and eat the crusts of bread. However, an old man had gotten to them fist, he ate his portion then gave the rest to his son who ended up killing him by piling atop of him. Before the boy could eat the bread, he was quickly surrounded and not only was his crust of bread was taken, but his life as well. That is how savage people had acted during the Holocaust. Insanity washed over the crowed, turning many nice civilized people into vicious savages who thought of only themselves.

It truly is disgusting how inhuman people can act sometimes. It's even more disgusting in which how selfish we sometimes tend to become. It hurts me when I find out that humans just like me have acted like beasts in order to survive, where as I never had to. Not that I want to, no, but it makes me lugubrious knowing that I never had to struggle to survive. Guilt.


No comments:

Post a Comment