HW Mr. Padilla 1-12-16

Homework: Parents/guardians, please assist your child with today’s homework.

*We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again.

Over and over. We waited impatiently to be taken away. What were they waiting for? Finally, the order came:

"Forward! March!"

My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never thought it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister, Tzipora, her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: "Faster!" I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak...

"Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good-for-nothings!" the Hungarian police were screaming.

That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death.

They ordered us to run. We began to run. Who would have thought that we were so strong? From behind their windows... our fellow citizens watched as we passed.

** We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again.

Over and over. We waited … to be taken away. … Finally, the order came:

"Forward! March!"

My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never thought it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask, without a word, deep in thought. I looked at my little sister… her blond hair neatly combed…a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: "Faster!" I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak...

"Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good-for-nothings!" the Hungarian police were screaming.

That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death.

They ordered us to run. We began to run. Who would have thought that we were so strong? …

*** We stood. We were counted. We sat down. We got up again.

Over and over. We waited … to be taken away. … Finally, the order came:

"Forward! March!"

My father was crying. It was the first time I saw him cry. I had never thought it possible. As for my mother, she was walking, her face a mask… I looked at my little sister… her blond hair neatly combed…a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain. Here and there, the police were lashing out with their clubs: "Faster!" I had no strength left. The journey had just begun and I already felt so weak...

"Faster! Faster! Move, you lazy good-for-nothings!" the Hungarian police were screaming.

That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death…Who would have thought that we were so strong? …

Option 1:  Today we compared this experience that Eliezer describes to that of the American Indians that were forced to walk from east of the Mississippi to Oklahoma in what id known as the Trail of Tears.

Write a paragraph in which you compare Eliezer’s journey to that of the American Indians.  To make your task easier, use the five W’s and/or a T-chart.

Option 2: Create a drawing in which you capture the details that Eliezer describes in this passage.  To make your task easier, focus on the characters that Eliezer mentions in the reading and pay attention to how he describes them and what they are doing.

Option 3: Answer the following questions:

1. What were Eliezer and his family doing before the order came?

2. What does Eliezer say about his father?

3. What does he say about his mother and sister?

4. How does he feel about the Hungarian police?