At the heart of Night is the question “For God’s sake, where is God?”
At one point the SS hang two men and a boy in front of the inmates, who are made to file past them:
The two men were no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen
and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still
breathing . . . and so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between
life and death, writhing before our eyes. And we were forced to look at him at
close range. He was still alive when I passed him. His tongue was still red, his
eyes not yet extinguished.
Behind me, I heard the same man asking: “For God’s sake, where is God?”
And from within me, I heard a voice answer:
"Where He is? This is where – hanging here from this gallows . . .”
. . . And they did not praise God,
who, so they heard, wanted all this,
who, so they heard, witnessed all this.