“Then came the march past the victims. The two men were no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathing… And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes. And we were forced to look at him at close range. He was still alive when I passed him. His tongue was still red, his eyes not yet extinguished.
Behind me, I heard the same man asking:
"For God's sake, where is God?"
And from within me, I heard a voice answer:
"Where is he? This is where–hanging here from this gallows…"
That night, the soup tasted of corpses.”
Night by Elie Wiesel
by BlinkedAndMissedIt
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They haven’t started hanging people.
Not yet, at least.
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I rarely edit a comment.
This is not me supporting or whitewashing the current oppressive regime it’s not that the horrific conditions aren’t yet at the actively-overt stage of mass murder at this moment. We have, eh, about a three or four weeks, I figure.
I’d say the really prescient moments come from when Eliezer is being marched to the ghetto, and neighbors are watch from their windows without a care.
Meanwhile it’s actually happening right now in Palestine, not by ICE but by Israel
Night is one of those books that everyone should read at least once.
Bad taste