Who is Elie Wiesel

Elie Wiesel (/ˈɛli ˌviːˈzɛl/, born Eliezer Wiesel Hebrew: אֱלִיעֶזֶר וִיזֶל‎ ʾÉlīʿezer Vīzel; September 30, 1928 – July 2, 2016) was a Romanian-born American writer, professor, political activist, Nobel laureate, and Holocaust survivor. He authored 57 books, written mostly in French and English, including Night, a work based on his experiences as a Jewish prisoner in the Auschwitz and Buchenwald concentration camps.

He was a professor of the humanities at Boston University, which created the Elie Wiesel Center for Jewish Studies in his honor. He was involved with Jewish causes and human rights causes and helped establish the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D. C. In his political activities, he also campaigned for...
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  • Cerebralwisdom: war may be too much a part of history to be eliminated—ever. - elie wiesel
  • Lockupmunjali: “friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.” ―elie wiesel munjali friendship is unbounded
  • Cerebralwisdom: indifference, to me, is the epitome of evil. - elie wiesel
  • Masterjedibong: “the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. the opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. the opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. and the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.” elie wiesel
  • Rudigeerts: ghettos were liquidated, and the town became judenrein. sighet was a very jewish town. according to the hungarian census of 1941, it had 10,144 jewish inhabitants, representing 40 percent of the total population. in 1941, elie wiesel, almost thirteen, met moishe the beadle,
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Melville And Coghill - The Place Of The Little Hand
 by Andrew Lang

DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.


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