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In My Hands

By: Irene Gut Opdyke 

 

 

Vocabulary

 

Unceasing: Not stopping, continuous.

Illuminated: To provide or brighten with light.

Propaganda: Information, ideas, or rumors the deliberately spread widely to help or harm a person.

Marginal:Situated on the border or edge.

Glinting: A momentary flash of light.

 

 

Quotations

 

[[You must understand that I did not become a resistance fighter, a smuggler of Jews, a defier of the SS and the Nazi all at once. One's first steps are always small: I had begun by hiding food under a fence.]]

 

[[The crimes were announced. The [Jews] were enemies of the Reich, and the Poles had been caught harboring them. For the Jews, a sentence of death was the law. For the Poles, the punishment for helping a Jew was infamous: It, too, was a sentence of death. No trial. No mercy.]]

 

[[It is a terrible irony of war, that nature itself does not rebel when man turns his brother. I have seen nightmares take place on beautiful spring days. The birds can hap from one branch to another, tipping their heads and honing their small beaks against the bark while a child lies dead in the mud.]]

 

[[I gripped the spoon tighter, scraping and goughing at the ground until I had made a small hole, about the size of a loaf of bread, under the fence. From the pail I removed a layer of potato peelings, and took out a tin box I had filled with cheese and apples. I wedged that in the hole, and then hurried back to the kitchen.]]

 

[[The scene below me was like an anthill kicked to pieces. Men, women, and children were running through the streets. SS men were spilling out of trucks and shooting at the fleeing Jews. Bodies were sprawled in the slush. Through the glass I heard faint screams and the frenzied barking of police dogs. The snow darkened with blood.]]

 

{{This book was so amazing. It inspired me in every way. Just to hear about what she had to go through. Her not even being a Jew, the things she went through were terrible. Rape, witness of innocent peoples death, torture, loss of her family. Its all horrible. But she stayed strong for her people, her Jew friends, and for herself. I admire Irene in a huge way. From the time that she was 17 till she was 23 she went through things that most of us will never see or do. And her being able to handle it all is so impressive. She is truly an amazing person. This is definitely a great book and I would for sure recommend this book to anyone. I'm sure that no matter what type of books you like this one will take your breath away. And I bet you will never forget it. =)

 

 

Bergen-Belsen murdered

The Disposal of dead bodies.                          Hitler saluting to his Officers.

 

 

Stacking the dead bodies.                               Two prisoners counting the dead bodies.

 

arrested

Some more Holocaust rescuers.                   Trying to flee from the German officers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Absolutely True Diary Of A Part Time Indian

 

 

 

Quotations:

 

     When our bus pulled into the high school parking lot, we were greeted by some rabid elementary school kids. Some of those little dudes and dudettes were my cousins.

     They pelted out bus with snowballs. And some of those snowballs were filled with rocks.

     As we got off the bus and walked toward the gym, I could hear the crowd going crazy inside.

     They were chanting something.

     I couldn't make it out.

     And then I could.

     The rez basketball fans were chanting, "Ar-nold sucks! Ar-nold sucks! Ar-nold sucks!"

     They weren't calling me by my name, Junior. Nope, they were calling me by my Rearden name.

      I stopped.

     Coach looked back at me.

     "Are you okay?" He asked.

     "No." I said.

     "You don't have to play this one," he said.

     "Yes I do," I said.

     Still, I probably would have turned around if hadn't seen my mom and dad and grandma waiting at the front door.

     I know they'd been piched just as much crap as I was. And they were, ready to catch more crap for me. Ready to walk through the crap with me.

     Two tribal cops were also there.

     I guess they were for security. For whos security, I don't know. But they walked with our team too.

     So we walked through the front and into the loud gym.

     Which immediately went silent.

     Absolutely quite.

     My fellow tribe members saw me and they all stopped cheering, talking, and moving.

     I think they stopped breathing.

     And, then, as one, they all turned their backs on me.

     It was a fricking awesome display of contempt.

     I was impressed. So were my teammates.

     Especially Rodger.

      He just looked at me and whistled.

     I was mad.

     If these dang indians had been organized when I went to schoool here, maybe I would have had more reasons to stay.

     That thought made me laugh.

     So I laughed.

     And my laughter was the only sound in the gym.

     And then I noticed that the only Indian who hadn't turned his back on me was Rowdy. He was standing on the other end of the court. He passed a basketball around his back, around his back, around his back, like a clock. And he glared at me.

     He wanted to play.

     He didn't want to turn his back on me.

     He wanted to kill me, face-to-face.

     That made me laugh some more.

     And then Coach started laughing with me.

     And so did my teammates.

     And we kept laughing as we walked into the locker room to get ready for the game.

     Once inside the locker room, I almost passed out. I slumped against a locker. I felt dizzy and weak. And then I cried, and felt ashamed for my tears.

     But Coach knew exactly what to say.

     "It's okay," Coach said to me, but he was talking to the whole team. "If you care about something enough, it's going to make you cry. But you have to use it. Use your tears. Use your pain. Use your fear. Get mad, Arnold, Get mad."

      And so I got mad.

     And I was still mad and crying when we ran out for warmups. And I was still mad when the game started. I was on the bench. I didn't think I was going to play much. I was only a freshman,

      But halfway through the first quarter, with the scored tied at 10, coach sent me in.

     And as I ran onto the court, somebody in the crowd threw a quarter at me. AND HIT ME IN THE FREAKING FOREHEAD!

 

 

Comments (1)

Shane said

at 4:36 pm on Jan 15, 2009

looks great!

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