I was with Elie Wiesel on the night that Iraq sent rockets into Israel. It was feared that they might contain poison gas or other deadly material. Although he had just returned from Israel ...

The solemn and sacred evening of Holy Friday offers me the opportunity to reflect upon the book Night by the Nobel laureate ...

Here He is — He is hanging here on this gallows..." That night the soup tasted of corpses. [12] Elie Wiesel is a witness, a teller of tales, and a writer, in that order. Each of these roles is ...