There is no brightness in the Holocaust. It is nothing more than an arrangement of deep, saddening works ranging from memoirs to novels to any other form of expression. But there is always the same feeling attached to the words and pictures surrounding World War II. The burning question of ‘how’. How can the human race be so cruel? How could we have so many that turned their head, or just kept them down? How could a species that is so very much in power over the Earth have such horrific, violent tendencies? How can we simplify it all down to just ‘human nature’? Is it truly only human nature that caused all of these events to occur? In Elie Wiesel’s memoir, ‘Night’ every page is a beacon of black light that illuminates the darkness of human
