Assignment #3

1. In the story "The Perils of Indifference" by Elie Wiesel it is demonstrated that standing by and watching injustice happen and not raising concern is an everyday action that human kind partakes in.

2. In the story "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson the townspeople believe sacrifice in return for good crops is acceptable because they have always know this way. If somebody is willing to teach a way and people are willing to learn it they will follow. The Rwanda Genocide is a good example of how can a nation can believe in one thing even though it is clearly not right to the rest of the world. The Hutu's and Tootsies had a disagreement and thought the best way to end it was to commit countless acts of murder. It is easy when your way of life or culture of people support the decisions, no matter how bad, to fall into a pattern and think it is okay to commit crimes.

3. The connection between Elie Wiesel's "The Perils of Indifference" and "The Lottery" is that people do not go out of their way to help others if it means endangering themselves. We watch everyday others get harmed and ridiculed. But if it means putting ourselves or our family in danger we will standby and watch it happen. Elie, with the story "The Perils of Indifference" was attempting to show how humankind does not care until it happens to them. In "The Lottery" no one in the town people could care less about the vulgar murders until they were the one who got put into the possession of the black dot. Greed and ignorance fulfills all of us. There is no control over the way the human brain divides these situations.

#2 Cliche

Love at First Sight
     The Sunshine was bright in the sky, The birds were singing, A new day had sprung. Then I saw him. Innocent as the day he was born. He was angelic and melancholy. Like a rose with no thorns. The moment our eyes locked I knew he was the one, the only. Nothing in the world could break this, it was meant to be. His eyes peered deep into my soul. As pure as pure can be. Our arms reached out, then our hands touched. A spark ignited the fire in my heart. This fire could never be put out. This feeling is as light a air. I knew at this moment if I were to fall he would catch me with arms wide open. Just as I would fight with the heart of a thousand armies. He suddenly looked to the right. A women stood in the doorway, as Beautiful as the day is young, much more than I. Turning back we locked eyes once again, but this time he was not as true. Love is blind, but will God please stop showing me the truth to that?
Love is a funny thing. As they say, every rose has its thorns. I feel the pedals shriveling, dying. Though the fire in my heart refuses to die, it holds no argument to staying alive on coals. It's all fair in love and war, but maybe my army should surrender. From this day forward every day will feel like Monday. A new day will come, but not as long as the previous. The sun will shine again, but not as bright as it used to. And so I have learned it is better to love and lost, then to have not loved at all.