Silence In Night By Elie Wiesel

In Elie Wiesel’s memoir, Night, he shows his experiences in the horrors of the Holocaust and how it erodes anyone who lives to tell its tale. He expresses all the torture and hardships they had to endure all while not expressing any thoughts of their own relating to the situations. Night brings to light the personification and unembellished usage of silence throughout Wiesel’s experiences in the Holocaust within the box cars, his enmity towards God, the disparity of the Buna factory, the run that determined life or death, his father's death, and Buchenwald.

Night discusses several forms in which silence is abundant and more valuable than words spoken. In numerous instances, silence is seen in quantities unable to be calculated; this however

Eliezer in the prologue of Night is radically different from the Eliezer we see at the conclusion of Night. One of the ways this comparison is proven is observed with his religious faith and his connection with God. On the eve of Rosh Hashana in the Buna Factories, Wiesel angrily laments about gods existence and questions the value of that existence, “What are You, my God? I thought angrily. How do You compare to this stricken mass gathered to affirm to You their faith, their anger, their defiance? What does Your grandeur mean, Master of the Universe, in the face of all this cowardice, this decay, and this misery? Why do you go on troubling these poor people's wounded minds, their ailing bodies?” (66). This presents the thought that with the constant physical struggle and torment, he begins to question whether those things he believes in strongly are even valid things. He questions why all these people need to suffer and why God has allowed them to suffer for his cause. In addition to this, death is a very sudden and sorrowful incursion into one's life regardless of age. Not only did Wiesel have to deal with his Father’s death while witnessing it, but he also had been starving for a multitude of days while witnessing this horrific situation. He later relates that “The officer came closer and shouted to him to be silent. But my father did not hear. He continued to call me. The officer wielded his club and dealt him a violent blow to the head…My father groaned once more, I heard: "Eliezer… I could see that he was still breathing—in gasps. I didn't move…His last word had been my name. He had called out to