Wiesel, Ellie, trans. Stella Rodway, with a Foreword by Francois Mauriac

Bantam, 1982

pp. 64 - 65

In Wiesel’s mind, God is on trial: ”Blessed art Thou, Eternal, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all races to be tortured day and night, to see our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end in the crematory. Praised be thy Holy Name, Thou who hast chosen us to be butchered on Thine altar.” P. 65 “I was no longer capable of lamentation. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes were open, and I was alone. . .”