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Danielle June 02, 2006 12:03 PM | Location:
Sultan, Washington Message:
i think that Elie Wiesel is a very brave man. He went back to Auschwitz with Oprah, and I cannot even imagine what memories flashed back into his head. He had a great ammount of courage... and he is in fact a very brave man. See I dont even know him, but I feel like I have known him for my whole life. The Holocaust is my favorite part of History to learn about. I am interested the most in the Holocaust, and I do in fact know a lot about it. And my dream that I wish to come true before I die, is to actually sit down and have a talk with a Holocaust Survivor. Thats my dream.
Bless your heart Elie Wiesel. You are a brave and very great man. I would LOVE to meet you... |
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Mrs. Susan Snediker May 30, 2006 01:00 PM | Message:
You Were
You were here once.
You dreamt and cried and laughed and sang.
You were filled with life once.
Praying, loving, sleeping...waking.
You were,
A mother
A father
A girl
A boy
A sister
A brother
A grandmother
A grandfather
An aunt
An uncle
A cousin
A niece
A nephew
A friend
A lover
A teacher
A Rabbi
A neighbor
A child of G-D.
You were.
And I will remember you.
Even if our paths never crossed
Kept apart by time,
even by a century.
I will remember,
You were. |
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Frances Herring May 30, 2006 11:58 AM | Location:
Kinston, North Carolina Message:
As an English teacher, I have taught Night numerous times. Yet, each time, I tear up in class. I taped Oprah's interview with Mr. Wiesel at Auschwitz and I cried like a baby in front of my class as we watched it together. I struggle with teaching empathy, but maybe teaching through example is the best way? Mr. Wiesel teaches me to empathize and reach out to those who continue to suffer needlessly to this very day. We have so much to be grateful for and, undoubtedly, Mr. Wiesel and Ms. Winfrey are teaching us that lesson.
THank you. |
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Laura Simmons May 27, 2006 11:40 AM | Location:
Staten Island, New York Message:
I was inspired to write this poem after reading Night and after listening to Elie Wiesel speak with Oprah Winfrey. It is about any aspect of mans' inhumanity to man, or mans' inhumanity to himself, by choosing to live a life of violence, drugs, etc.
The Darkness
The darkness is not physical
But an evil beast that invades the soul.
No, not even a beast,
For a beast has eyes, has ears, has a heart,
Even if a cold one.
It is a thing.
A terrible, crawling, snaking thing
That once enters, will never leave,
Can never leave,
And changes one forever.
This thing, part hatred, part madness,
Consumes every ounce of being,
Until the being can no longer protest
But must remain in its strangled silence.
This thing does not kill easy.
It is cruel, and enjoys the killing.
It takes pleasure in seeing a human enter
inside it,
And slowly, methodically, robs his dignity,
his love, his laughter,
his hope,
Until he is a human no longer.
I saw a child ensnared in this darkness,
An old man, a young man, an old woman,
a young woman,
Then many children, old men, young men, old
women, young women,
Too numerous to count.
They saw the darkness closing in on them
And cried out:
"No! Mommy, daddy, darling, lover, friend,
Take this thing away from me!
I don't want it!
Help me step back out into the light!"
But the thing is merciless.
It only laughs, and does evil,
Until one more soul is silenced.
Yet I heard a sacred whisper,
And the Whisperer said:
"We all have the power of love, of creation,
of goodness, of God inside
of us.
And this is the power that can destroy the
darkness,
Destroy the thing forever."
So my question to humanity is:
Why don't we ever use it? |
