The Holocaust started with one man and ended with ten million dead. Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, Russians, Poles; [I would change the ';' to 'were' and delete the 'all'] all killed because one man decided they were not worthy of life, because they were not as he wanted them to be[s], [/s]and because they weren’t the perfect race.
Death is always horrible, but the worst kind of death came to the victims of the holocaust. They died starving. They died because they didn’t want to see their children slaughtered—or because they saw their children slaughtered. They died because they didn’t want to burn in the crematorium, or because God had forgotten them, or because they had forgotten God. The disgusting way that murder was made into a clockwork process, or worse, into a game, is harder to believe than the deaths.
Death was not immediate, either. For many, death was life. They died only after months of abuse from the schutstaffel or the Nazi “doctors”. Prisoners in the work camps were chained together, and for entertainment, the SS would set dogs on them and watch the helpless prisoners fight the dogs. The infamous Dr. Josef Mengele preformed countless experiments on children[s], [/s]in the hopes to improve his knowledge of the human body. Many of these experiments had no medical basis what so ever and were only to feed his sadistic hunger. Two children, only the age of four, had been sewn together to form a man-made pare of Siamese twins. They were attached at the back and at the wrists—their veins were stitched together with precision. They screamed all night until their mother managed to find morphine, and end their torture. (Anatomy of the Auschwitz Death Camp)
That's terribly sad about the children... why would a horrible person do that? That's just... so evil!
Same thing with the next paragraph. Two 'holocausts' need to be changed!How can we pay respect to those who have died if we cannot open our eyes to those who are dying?
Instead, we have closed ourselves in an American [s]Bubble[/s] bubbles of ignorance. In an age of instant access to everything and anything through the [s]internet[/s] Internet, we do not see it as a tool to help and stay aware, but instead to socialize and continue our ignorance
The Holocaust started with one man and ended with ten million dead. Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, Russians, Poles; all killed because one man decided they were not worthy of life, because they were not as he wanted them to be, because they weren’t the perfect race.
Death is always horrible, but the worst kind of death came to the victims of the holocaust. They died starving. They died because they didn’t want to see their children slaughtered—or because they saw their children slaughtered. They died because they didn’t want to burn in the crematorium, or because God had forgotten them, or because they had forgotten God. The disgusting way that murder was made into a clockwork process, or worse, into a game, is harder to believe than the deaths.
Death was not immediate, either. For many, death was life. They died only after months of abuse from the schutstaffel or the Nazi “doctors”. Prisoners in the work camps were chained together, and for entertainment, the SS would set dogs on them and watch the helpless prisoners fight the dogs. The infamous Dr. Josef Mengele preformed countless experiments on children, in the hopes to improve his knowledge of the human body. Many of these experiments had no medical basis what so ever and were only to feed his sadistic hunger. Two children, only the age of four, had been sewn together to form a man-made pare of Siamese twins. They were attached at the back and at the wrists—their veins were stitched together with precision. They screamed all night until their mother managed to find morphine, and end their torture. (Anatomy of the Auschwitz Death Camp)
If man forgets what made him suffer, will this mother ever forget the sound of her children’s screams? Can any mother erase the image of her baby being murdered just because it was born? For the victims of the holocaust, forgetting the horrors they experienced may be the only way they can find peace, but for our generation and future generations, the holocaust must be remembered.
Elie Wiesel said, “…if we forget [the holocaust], we are accomplices.” We must remember the holocaust not only because of the many who died, but because it can happen again, and more over, it is still happening. Children and adults alike find themselves asking the same question that the victims did when they were behind those barbed wire fences: “How can the world be so silent to so much death?” And yet, when we are shown those who are dying even today, we stay silent. We are moved to tears by pictures of starving men huddled together in bunks, but we turn our televisions off when American Idol has ended, and the news has come on. How can we pay respect to those who have died if we cannot open our eyes to those who are dying?
We are used to thinking that genocide happened in the past, and will only happen in the past. In our society, the idea that thousands of people could be killed on the basis of race or religion seems impossible, and yet it happens. In Darfur, death is so wide spread that the number of victims ranges anywhere from 60,000 to 400,000. Every day Arab militias attack non-Arab villages in the Sudan area, slaughtering men and raping women. Those who flee to neighboring Chad escape some of the torture, but are met with starvation instead.
What may be the worst aspect of Darfur is that it truly isn’t the first time death like this has occurred. In 1994, the civil war between the Tutsis and the Hutu to the death of 800,000 during what is now known is the Rwanda genocide and, of course, the death of the Jews and many others during Hitler’s Holocaust. It is not that we have forgotten what happened during the Holocaust or those who have died. Instead, we have closed ourselves in an American Bubble of ignorance. In an age of instant access to everything and anything through the internet, we do not see it as a tool to help and stay aware, but instead to socialize and continue our ignorance. If we watch the news at all, we look forward to headlines about Paris Hilton or a lawsuit over missing pants. Efforts have been made to bring awareness to the public with such things as the Darfur is Dying web based video game.
If the holocaust is a testament to mankind’s truculent abilities, is it not time that we show how kind we can be? Even behind those barbed wire fences, curled up on a wooden bed with no warmth, a prisoner could find the kindness in his heart to share his bread ration with another prisoner. Though the prisoner may die the next day, though it would be a waste to feed a dying soul, he would share his bread. If a concentration camp victim has the generosity to share his small amount of daily food, then how can we not even manage to hear the dying ask us for help?
All we need to do is take out our headphones and listen. To help millions of dying doesn’t take a large gesture. All we need to do is be aware and let our government know that we object to the genocide. We cannot let the world stay silent to death any longer. We must, in fact, we are obligated to speak out and let our voices ring with the victims of genocide all across the world. There is no better way to remember the Holocaust than through preventing the murder of victims of hate.
Death is always horrible, but the worst kind of death came to the victims of the Holocaust.
The infamous Dr. Josef Mengele preformed countless experiments on children, in the hopes to improve his knowledge of the human body.
The infamous Dr. Josef Mengele preformed countless experiments on children with the hopes to improve his knowledge of the human body.
Many of these experiments had no medical basis what so ever and were only to feed his sadistic hunger.
Suzanne wrote:“Man loses in a moment the memory of the things that have made him suffer.” - Adolf Hitler (Hitler’s Table Talk 1941-1944)
The Holocaust started with one man and ended with ten million dead. Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, Russians, Poles; all killed because one man decided they were not worthy of life, because they were not as he wanted them to be, because they weren’t the perfect race.
Suzanne wrote:Death is always horrible, but the worst kind of death came to the victims of the holocaust. They died starving. They died because they didn’t want to see their children slaughtered—or because they saw their children slaughtered. They died because they didn’t want to burn in the crematorium, or because God had forgotten them, or because they had forgotten God. The disgusting way that murder was made into a clockwork process, or worse, into a game, is harder to believe than the deaths.
Suzanne wrote:Death was not immediate, either. For many, death was life. They died only after months of abuse from the schutstaffel or the Nazi “doctors”. Prisoners in the work camps were chained together, and for entertainment, the SS would set dogs on them and watch the helpless prisoners fight the dogs.
Suzanne wrote:The infamous Dr. Josef Mengele preformed countless experiments on children, in the hopes to improve his knowledge of the human body.
Suzanne wrote:Many of these experiments had no medical basis what so ever and were only to feed his sadistic hunger.
Suzanne wrote:Two children, only the age of four, had been sewn together to form a man-made pare of Siamese twins. They were attached at the back and at the wrists—their veins were stitched together with precision. They screamed all night until their mother managed to find morphine, and end their torture. (Anatomy of the Auschwitz Death Camp)
Suzanne wrote:If man forgets what made him suffer, will this mother ever forget the sound of her children’s screams? Can any mother erase the image of her baby being murdered just because it was born? For the victims of the holocaust, forgetting the horrors they experienced may be the only way they can find peace, but for our generation and future generations, the holocaust must be remembered.
Suzanne wrote:Elie Wiesel said, “…if we forget [the holocaust], we are accomplices.” We must remember the holocaust not only because of the many who died, but because it can happen again, and more over, it is still happening. Children and adults alike find themselves asking the same question that the victims did when they were behind those barbed wire fences: “How can the world be so silent to so much death?” And yet, when we are shown those who are dying even today, we stay silent. We are moved to tears by pictures of starving men huddled together in bunks, but we turn our televisions off when American Idol has ended, and the news has come on. How can we pay respect to those who have died if we cannot open our eyes to those who are dying?
Suzanne wrote:We are used to thinking that genocide happened in the past, and will only happen in the past. In our society, the idea that thousands of people could be killed on the basis of race or religion seems impossible, and yet it happens. In Darfur, death is so wide spread that the number of victims ranges anywhere from 60,000 to 400,000. Every day Arab militias attack non-Arab villages in the Sudan area, slaughtering men and raping women. Those who flee to neighboring Chad escape some of the torture, but are met with starvation instead.
What may be the worst aspect of Darfur is that it truly isn’t the first time death like this has occurred. In 1994, the civil war between the Tutsis and the Hutu to the death of 800,000 during what is now known is the Rwanda genocide and, of course, the death of the Jews and many others during Hitler’s Holocaust. It is not that we have forgotten what happened during the Holocaust or those who have died. Instead, we have closed ourselves in an American Bubble of ignorance. In an age of instant access to everything and anything through the internet, we do not see it as a tool to help and stay aware, but instead to socialize and continue our ignorance. If we watch the news at all, we look forward to headlines about Paris Hilton or a lawsuit over missing pants. Efforts have been made to bring awareness to the public with such things as the Darfur is Dying web based video game.
Suzanne wrote:If the holocaust is a testament to mankind’s truculent abilities, is it not time that we show how kind we can be? Even behind those barbed wire fences, curled up on a wooden bed with no warmth, a prisoner could find the kindness in his heart to share his bread ration with another prisoner. Though the prisoner may die the next day, though it would be a waste to feed a dying soul, he would share his bread. If a concentration camp victim has the generosity to share his small amount of daily food, then how can we not even manage to hear the dying ask us for help?
Suzanne wrote:All we need to do is take out our headphones and listen. To help millions of dying doesn’t take a large gesture. All we need to do is be aware and let our government know that we object to the genocide. We cannot let the world stay silent to death any longer. We must, in fact, we are obligated to speak out and let our voices ring with the victims of genocide all across the world. There is no better way to remember the Holocaust than through preventing the murder of victims of hate.
They screamed all night until their mother managed to find morphine, [no comma] and end their torture.
We are moved to tears by pictures of starving men huddled together in bunks, but we turn our televisions off when American Idol has ended, [no comma] and the news has come on.
We must remember the Holocaust not only because of those who were murdered, [no comma] but because it can happen again, and more over, it continues to happen in other parts of the world, most notably today, [no comma] in the Darfur region of Sudan.
Survivors of the raids walk hundreds of miles to neighboring Chad, often without their families because they were lost in the attack, [no comma] or without limbs because of landmines scattered across the land.
Those who endure the journey are met with the devastating draught plaguing Chad, [no comma] and are left with no hope at all to live.
In an age of instant access to anything and everything through the Internet, we do not see it as a tool to help and stay aware, [no comma] but instead to continue our ignorance. Some, however, manage to bring awareness to internet browsers in ways that make many question ethics.
For example, in the web-based video game, Darfur is Dying, players pose as a camp refugee hiding from Janjaweed militias while trying to find water for their family.
While for many the internet has opened up a vast network for socializing,
the players of Darfur is Dying come as close as anyone can to experiencing the genocide, while millions of miles from it.
Merely looking into a computer screen makes the death seem unreal, [no comma] like the pictures of holocaust victims in a text book.
At the risk of their own death, doctors and nurses working in concentration camp hospitals smuggled in unavailable medical drugs, [no comma] and could sometimes smuggle prisoners out under the subterfuge that they had died.
If, [no comma] in a place where death is more common than birth, men and women risk their lives for one another, how can we—without the threat of death—ignore the men, women, and children in need?
Silence is worse than killing; silence is the acceptance of another human being's unjustified slaughter.
Our eyes must open to the numerous dead bodies, and our ears must hear the cries of the starving children!
If we cannot help those who need it now more than ever [s]now[/s], how can we continue to cry for the victims of the Holocaust?
We must break through the screen to reach out to the refugee, the orphan, the hopeless--in real life, not virtual reality.
*attempts to be helpful*We must apply these atrocities to our own lives. We must break through the screen to reach out to the refugee, the orphan, the hopeless--in real life, not virtual reality. We must speak out for what we believe is right.
Until we realize that the best way to remember the Holocaust is to prevent it from happening again, our lips, like the veins of Mengele's patients, are[u] sewn shut.
The Holocaust started with one man and ended with ten million dead.
I've lost sleep over this thing!! But I'm confident in it. I'll leave it up until I submit it tomorrow afternoon, so if anyone else has something to say, again, it will be greatly appreciated.
Sewn Shut.doc
Suzanne wrote:The Holocaust started with one man and ended with eleven million dead.
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The worst kind of death came to the victims of the Holocaust.
Suzanne wrote:They died because they didn’t want to burn in the crematorium, [s]or[/s] because God had forgotten them, or because they had forgotten God.
The last or tells the reader that an or exists between the earlier pieces of the series.Suzanne wrote:Harder to believe than the deaths is the disgusting way that murder was made into a clockwork process, or worse, into a game.
Suzanne wrote:For many, death was not immediate. It was life. They died only after months of abuse from the Schutstaffel or the Nazi “doctors”.
Suzanne wrote:The infamous Dr. Josef Mengele performed countless experiments on children, many of which were only to feed his sadistic hunger. Two children, only the age of four, had been sewn together to form a man-made pair of Siamese twins.
Suzanne wrote:Children and adults alike find themselves asking the same question that the victims [s]did[/s] asked when they were behind those barbed wire fences: “How can the world be silent to so much death?”
Suzanne wrote:And yet, when we are shown those who are dying even today, we stay silent.
Suzanne wrote:How can we pay respect to those who have died if we cannot open our eyes to those who are dying?
Suzanne wrote:Every day Arab militias, known as the Janjaweed, attack non-Arab villages, slaughtering men and raping women.
Suzanne wrote:Those who endure the journey are met with the devastating drought plaguing Chad[s],[/s][because this last part doesn't have a subject, there shouldn't be a comma here] and are left with no hope at all to live.
Suzanne wrote:In 1994, the civil war between the Tutsis and the Hutus led to the death of 800,000 during what is now known [s]is[/s]as the Rwandan genocide and, of course, the death of the Jews and many others during Hitler’s Holocaust.What? This part doesn't make any sense.
Suzanne wrote:The game makes an effort to involve the uninformed, but a computer screen can never bleed like a human.
Suzanne wrote:Until we realize that the best way to remember the Holocaust is to prevent it from happening again, our lips, like the veins of Mengele's patients, are sewn shut.
The Holocaust started with one man and ended with eleven million dead. Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, Russians, Poles and many others were killed because one man decided they were not worthy of life, because they were not as he wanted them to be, because they weren’t the perfect race.
The worst kind of death came to the victims of the Holocaust. They died starving. They died because they didn’t want to see their children slaughtered—or because they saw their children slaughtered. They died because they didn’t want to burn in the crematorium, or because God had forgotten them, or because they had forgotten God. Harder to believe than the deaths is the disgusting way that murder was made into a clockwork process, or worse, into a game.
For many, death was not immediate. It was life. They died only after months of abuse from the Schutstaffel or the Nazi “doctors”. The infamous Dr. Josef Mengele preformed countless experiments on children, many of which were only to feed his sadistic hunger. Two children, only the age of four, had been sewn together to form a man-made pair of Siamese twins. They were attached at the back and at the wrists, their veins stitched together with precision. They screamed all night until their mother managed to find morphine, and end their torture.
Elie Wiesel, a survivor of the Holocaust, said in his Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech that “…if we forget [the Holocaust], we are accomplices.” Children and adults alike find themselves asking the same question that the victims did when they were behind those barbed wire fences: “How can the world be silent to so much death?” And yet, when we are shown those who are dying even today, we stay silent. We are moved to tears by pictures of starving men huddled together in bunks, but we turn our televisions off when American Idol has ended, and the news has come on. How can we pay respect to those who have died if we cannot open our eyes to those who are dying?
We must remember the Holocaust not only because of those who were murdered, but because it can happen again, and more over, it continues to happen in other parts of the world, most notably today, in the Darfur region of Sudan. There, death is so widespread that the number of victims ranges anywhere from 60,000 to 400,000. Every day Arab militias, known as the Janjaweed, attack non-Arab villages, slaughtering men and raping women. Pregnant women are sliced open to prevent the birth of male children. Survivors of the raids walk hundreds of miles to neighboring Chad, often without their families because they were lost in the attack, or without limbs because of landmines scattered across the land. Those who endure the journey are met with the devastating draught plaguing Chad, and are left with no hope at all to live.
The worst aspect of Darfur is that it truly isn’t the first time. In 1994, the civil war between the Tutsis and the Hutus led to the death of 800,000 during what is now known is the Rwandan genocide and, of course, the death of the Jews and many others during Hitler’s Holocaust. It is not that we have forgotten what happened during the Holocaust or those who have died. Instead, we have closed ourselves in a bubble of ignorance. In an age of instant access to anything and everything through the Internet, we do not see it as a tool to help and stay aware, but instead to continue our ignorance. Some, however, manage to bring awareness to internet browsers in ways that make many question ethics. For example, in the web-based video game, Darfur is Dying, players pose as a camp refugee hiding from Janjaweed militias while trying to find water for their family. While for many the internet has opened up a vast network for socializing,
the players of Darfur is Dying come as close as anyone can to experiencing the genocide, while millions of miles from it. Merely looking into a computer screen makes the death seem unreal, like the pictures of holocaust victims in a text book. And yet, if we can feel empathy for the character behind the screen, why do we not care enough to get involved in the real world?
If the Holocaust is a testament to mankind’s truculent abilities, is it not time that we show how kind we can be? At the risk of their own death, doctors and nurses working in concentration camp hospitals smuggled in unavailable medical drugs, and could sometimes smuggle prisoners out under the subterfuge that they had died. If, in a place where death is more common than birth, men and women risk their lives for one another, how can we—without the threat of death—ignore the men, women, and children in need?
(A 'yea' paragraph).Thomas Jefferson said that “all tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of a good conscience to remain silent” (Pocket Patriot – Kelly Nickell). In our good conscience, we cannot and should not be allowed to stay silent. Silence is worse than killing; silence is the acceptance of another human beings unjustified slaughter. If our society continues to allow itself to be distracted by the drone of a mindless television twenty-four hours a day, we should be hanged like the war criminals of the Holocaust. Our eyes must open to the numerous dead bodies, and our ears must hear the cries of starving children! No human should think of the Holocaust without also thinking of those who are still murdered to this very day. If we cannot help those who need it more than ever now, how can we continue to cry for the victims of the Holocaust? We must apply these atrocities to our own lives. We must break through the screen to reach out to the refugee, the orphan, the hopeless--in real life, not virtual reality. We must speak out for what we believe is right. Until we realize that the best way to remember the Holocaust is to prevent it from happening again, our lips, like the veins of Mengele's patients, are sewn shut.
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