Persuasive Essay On Night By Elie Wiesel

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More than six million Jewish people were slaughtered during the holocaust in WWII. Many of these lives could have been saved if people intervened and allowed their morals to guide them. Night is a memoir written by Elie Wiesel about his experience in the Holocaust. There are other examples of genocides in history, including the Rwandan Genocide of 1994. In this instance, there was a small group of individuals in the population who were persecuted because of their beliefs. Unfortunately, this has happened many times throughout history. Elie Wiesel is a survivor of the Holocaust, where he was forced to work in many concentration camps, including Auschwitz and Buchenwald. According to Elie Wiesel, in his Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech, said, “I …show more content…

When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Whenever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must-at that moment-become the center of the universe.” (“Elie Wiesel – Acceptance Speech”) His assertion should be defended because it is morally right to help those suffering and dying, and by intervening, lives can be saved.

It is morally right to help people in situations like this, and people should’ve done what they could to help anyone during times like these. To begin, during WWII there were people who knew about the Jewish concentration camps, but they didn’t say anything about them or attempt to try to help people; instead they should’ve let their morals guide them to do the right thing. In the book Night Elie is confused about how other people are reacting to the situation, and he says, “I pinched myself: Was I still alive? Was I awake? How was it possible that men, women, and children were being burned and that the world kept silent? No. All this could not be real. A nightmare perhaps…Soon I would wake up with a start, my heart pounding, and find that I was back in the room of my childhood, with my