In Hiding - Original Writing I had to find somewhere to hide. If I didn’t, I would be caught. I could hear the allies in the distance. I had been separated. My adrenaline was rushing. I knew I could not stop under any circumstances, my time was running out. The enemy could be on my trail in seconds rather than minutes. Ahead I could see a brick wall with a massive, dense bush just in front of it. I didn’t want to risk going on. This would have to do. The gloominess of the early evening provided long shadows, making it easier to be hidden in this bush. Luckily there was a thinning of the branches in the bush that I could stand in. The ends of some of the thicker branches were catching on my camouflaged sleeves. However, this was the least of my worries. I had to be alert. If the enemy found me, I would be taken for sure. In the near distance, I heard movement. It must be the enemy. I crouched down, the foliage was thicker lower down. It was less likely that I would be found then. I couldn’t see out from the bush. The foliage was thick and the beginnings of the darkness restricted my sight. I could see if I moved some of the branches, but I didn’t dare move them because they would make way too much noise and my position would be given away. Someone ran behind the bush and into me. I almost screamed. Looking round I realised that it was actually one of the allies. “What are you doing here?” I frantically whispered under my breath. “You’ll give me away!” I was beginning to panic now. “Calm down, this is the only place I could find” This made me think. It was common sense that it is easier to see two people in one place than it is to find just the one person. “There’s not enough room here, you’ll have to go.” My voice must have become quite loud by now due to my panic and my comrade covered my
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A theme in “Our Secret,” by Susan Griffin that is developed through the character of Himmler, and the symbolism with the development of a cell is that if individuals hide constantly behind masks, they will struggle internally.
Perhaps no other event in modern history has left us so perplexed and dumbfounded than the atrocities committed by Nazi Germany, an entire population was simply robbed of their existence. In “Our Secret,” Susan Griffin tries to explain what could possibly lead an individual to execute such inhumane acts to a large group of people. She delves into Heinrich Himmler’s life and investigates all the events leading up to him joining the Nazi party. In“Panopticism,” Michel Foucault argues that modern society has been shaped by disciplinary mechanisms deriving from the plague as well as Jeremy Bentham’s Panopticon, a structure with a tower in the middle meant for surveillance. Susan Griffin tries to explain what happened in Germany through Himmler’s childhood while Foucault better explains these events by describing how society as a whole operates.
In "Our Secret" by Susan Griffin, the essay uses fragments throughout the essay to symbolize all the topics and people that are involved. The fragments in the essay tie together insides and outsides, human nature, everything affected by past, secrets, cause and effect, and development with the content. These subjects and the fragments are also similar with her life stories and her interviewees that all go together. The author also uses her own memories mixed in with what she heard from the interviewees. Her recollection of her memory is not fully told, but with missing parts and added feelings. Her interviewee's words are told to her and brought to the paper with added information. She tells throughout the book about these recollections.
Susan Griffin's "Our Secret" is a study in psychology. It is a look into the human mind to see what makes people do the things they do and in particular what makes people commit acts of violence. She isolates the first half of the twentieth century and in particular the era of the Second World War as a basis for her study. The essay discusses a number of people but they all tie in to Heinrich Himmler. He is the extreme case, he who can be linked directly to every single death in the concentration camps. Griffin seeks to examine Himmler because if she can discern a monster like Himmler than everyone else simply falls into place. The essay also tries to deduce why something like the Holocaust, although never mentioned directly, can take place. How can so many people be involved and yet so few people try to end it.
The book Revealing the Invisible was written by Sherry Marx, a formal teacher, who went in-depth to explore the racist beliefs of white female teacher education students. The book began with Marx talking about pre service teachers that focused on English-language learning school children (ELLs). During this course she discovered just how low the expectations her students had for ELLs students. Throughout her interviews she will explore more beliefs of white females and their thoughts about race, racism, whiteness, and the children they tutored.
Well, my escape plan failed. I was able to escape to the woods but later that evening I realized I could never make the long journey alone in the woods with no food or water.
The path ran up a hill. Seems like there is chains about my feet… a bush caught her ...
After several miles of tromping through the thick, slimy mud, I reached the hill with the tree upon it. Panting, I raced towards the hill and begin to climb it. My foot slid on the slick ground, but I persevered. I reached the top of the hill and felt disappointed. Trees were supposed to be surrounded by other plants and teeming with wildlife. Not this tree. The mud I trudged through covered the hill, coating the tree’s roots. There were no other plants. In fact, as I looked around, I noticed tha...
I tracked over to my favorite spot on the edge of the wood: a clearing encompassed by thick trees. The area had many sweet-smelling balsam trees that reminded me of Christmas back home. A few of the remaining leaves fell from the branches of the maple trees above me.
I slowly got to my feet. My leg was really hurting, but I didn’t want to look down for fear of what I would find.
it was Christmas! What was I staring at a tree for? I had presents to
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The wood was enormous. It was dark and it was cold and I needed to get
In the distance, the trail along which I had been walking wound through a thick velvet fog. Lining the path were tall trees that stoo...