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Raghoodi Azab · Essays · October 2026
A Palestinian-American student re-examines Elie Wiesel's “The Perils of Indifference”
Tap, tap, tap. My pencil whispered, scribbling annotations onto the paper. Then, my eyes flickered to the title: "The Perils of Indifference." This White House address, delivered by the late Holocaust survivor and Nobel Laureate Elie Wiesel, warned of the dangers of the world's indifference and expressed hope humanity could grow after the Holocaust. In Texas, I was taught to revere this state-required English reading as a universal blueprint of empathy.When our curriculum later explored his memoir, Night, I—a soprano vocalist—was deeply touched by the resilience of Wiesel's friend. In the middle of the night, against a pile of dying men, Juliek retrieved the violin he had managed to keep hidden and played a fleeting Beethoven concerto. By morning, he was found dead, his violin crushed beside him. Reading this scene sparked my rage: how could the world ignore such suffering?
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