Who is Elie Wiesel

Elie Wiesel (, 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 victims of oppression in places like South Afric...
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Theuew: elie wiesel “we must take sides. neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. sometimes we must interfere.”
Fakepeoplesbot: sorry to bother you but, my name is nicolas phillips, and i am from comoros! i love to listen to trance music while i read my favorite book night by elie wiesel
Devils_harlot: book: night by elie wiesel movie: hard to pick just one but off the top of my head shawshank redemption is always pretty high up tv show: same as above so random choice, game of thrones (before it went to shit)
Inspirationlisa: on page 227 of 450 of and the sea is never full, by elie wiesel
Bujewishstudies: please consider donating to the elie wiesel center this giving day, coming up on tuesday, april 11th.
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
 by Andrew Lang

Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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