Examples Of Dialectical Journal For Night By Elie Wiesel

Hitler began his fourth wave. “”The News is terrible,” he said at last. And then one word: “Transports.” The ghetto was to be liquidated entirely. Departures were to take place street by street, starting the next day.” (pg. 13, para. 8 & 9) Elie’s father had heard rumors, and again the Jews were willing to believe them. His father heard that they would be taken to somewhere in Hungary to work in the brick factories. The reason for this, he was told, was because they were too close to the front. But Hitler did not care about the safety of the Jews, in fact, he wanted the exact opposite. Elie’s father had also heard that they were allowed to take some of their personal belonging, a backpack, some food, and a few items of clothing. In reality,

Before we entered the ghetto, he had told us, “Don’t worry. I’ll warn you if there is danger.” Had he been able to speak to us that night, we might still have been able to flee . . . But by the time we succeeded in opening the window, it was too late. There was nobody outside.” (pg. 14, para. 7 & 8) If the man was able to talk to them, Elie and his family might have been able to escape the horrors that were to come. The next day, most Jews were too be Transported. Elie and his family were to be transported a few days later but they had to endure the first part of the transportation, ““All Jews, outside! Hurry!” . . . The Hungarian police used their rifle butts, their clubs to indiscriminately strike old men and women, children and cripples. One by one house emptied and the streets filled with people carrying

The police were taking roll calls, once, twice, twenty times. The heat was oppressive. Sweat streamed from people’s faces and bodies. Children were crying for water. Water! There was water close by inside the houses, the backyards, but it was forbidden to break rank. “Water, Mother, I am thirsty!” Some of the Jewish police surreptitiously went to fill a few jugs.” (pg. 16, para. 2, 5 - 10) Elie and his family still had hope for a miracle, the next day it was clear there would be no miracle. They spent their day packing their bags and making food to pack. The next day his father woke up early to get information in town. Instead of being transported that day, they were going to move to the smaller ghetto and they would be the last ones to leave. At nine o’clock the same scene was repeated, but there was no one left to bring them water. Then they started to move to the smaller ghetto, ““Faster!” I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak . . . “Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good-for-nothings!” The Hungarian police were screaming. That was when I began to hate them . . . They were our first oppressors. They were our first faces of hell and death.” (pg. 19,