In “My Friends,” published in the Forverts on February 21, 1966, Elie Wiesel recalls growing up in Sighet, then part of Romania, and his group of peers, most of whom were killed in the Holocaust.
The international community had just learned the cruel truth about the large-scale massacres of innocent people by the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia. The press had done its job: No one could say we didn’t know about it.I was invited by the International Rescue Committee as part of a delegation to go on site. We spent some time
At a certain point in time and by all accounts, Hitler’s Germany already had lost the war. But that didn’t keep Germany from pursuing its program for our elimination.In the beginning, once plunged into the abyss of Auschwitz, where dying was the norm and living the miracle, I was convinced that I would never leave alive. I didn’t dare say it