Night

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Wiesel feels that God Himself hangs on the gallows. Elie starts to question his faith asking himself why he continues to worship and bless the name of god when he continues to starve and lose everything. Some people can go on believing in their religion under horrific circumstances but some people will give up their faith at the first test of loyalty.
In the novel Night Elie Wiesel tells his own story about the Holocaust, Wiesel talks about the loss of his father, his faith, and his innocence. We can see the inhumanity of the Nazis and, overall, the inhumanity of Hitler himself, when the Nazis start capturing people supposedly to deport them to another country when they are actually taking them to kill them, in Night, we get to know this through Moshe the Beadle when he tells Elie Wiesel what he saw when he was captured; "The Jews were made to get out of the train...to dig huge graves. And when they had finished, their work, the Gestapos began theirs. Without passion, without haste, they slaughtered their prisoners. Each one had to go up to the hole and present their neck. Babies were thrown into the air and the machine gunners used them as targets (Wiesel 4). "This is the cruelty and inhumanity that Moshe the Beadle experienced and this is also the inhumanity that left him traumatized for the rest of his life. Such cruelty that all Jews experienced are unimaginable. Just to think how the Nazis killed the little babies is horrifying. During his experiences he and the other prisoners are consistently faced with attempts to strip them of their humanity and reduce them to mere animals with primitive wants and instincts, Wiesel portrays this dehumanization with his diction such as “Men threw themselves on top of each other, stamping each other, tearing each other, biting each other. Wild beasts of prey, with animal hatred in their eyes; sharpening their teeth an View More »

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