The helpless Indian is the dangerous criminal and when all is said and done the colonialists were simply doing their job. The prisoner was an Indian man and the six men taking him to his final destination were the British police. He had a thick, sprouting moustache, absurdly too big for his body, rather like the moustache of a comic man on the films. He was a Hindu, a puny wisp of a man, with a shaven head and vague liquid eyes. It is told from the perspective of one of seven soldiers that were assigned to take a prisoner from his cell to the hanging yard. The story is about a hanging that is scheduled to take place that morning. By calling them names we agree to not want to understand how directing people to the gas chambers became for them equivalent as our effort of directing ourselves to work Monday morning!ДЄ hanging by George orwell helps me understand the mentality of SS soldiers and, perhaps, how vigilant we should be when taking norms as universal truths. By doing so we simply agree to not want to understand what motivated them to act so barbarously towards so many people. Yet I think is shortsighted and dangerous to call all those soldiers stupid or any other denigrating phrase and be done with them. I never understood why I think I would never be able to act that way and yet so many people found no problem doing so. Instinct should have at least made all those people not follow HitlerвЂ™s ambition to eradicate so many people. Like if you run towards a wall, instinct with make you at least put your hands up before hitting it. Not because I am a good person, but because being a human means that no matter whether you are a good person or not, there is a point which our instincts surely canвЂ™t let us cross.

How can a human being take all those poor soles and send them to the gas chambers as if they were directing traffic to avoid road blocks.

How can a human being once putting on the SS uniform can look at the suffering, barely alive skeletons, force them to work senselessly and see them begging for an ounce of dignity. When ever I read about the holocaust I always stop and think as to how so many people were perfectly fine with what they were doing.

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