Thursday, April 19, 2012

What do you think of Annes reaction to imprisonment in the annexe, loss of personal freedom/rights?even though she grew and adapted to hiding, she...

Anne would not have survived for long on the outside of the Annex. Since she was so isolated in her new surroundings and being the age she was, very much of her universe was self-centered. Many of her entries have to do with her feelings in regard to the adults around her and their constant nagging and nitpicking (in her eyes). A person at this stage in their life needs much social interaction, especially with their peers. Anne didn't really have any with those peers unless you consider Peter, whose influence later became of overwhelming importance to Anne. She didn't get along well with Margot, at least on a consistent basis. So, she grew into herself as expressed in her diary. As she became older, the concerns for and of others became more important. Her longing for the outside is easily understood. Looking at the same four walls and the same old faces day in and day out drove her to the attic where she could peek outside. Anne became enamored with nature and imagining what was going on with the people she saw on the streets. With the restrictions on Jews and the constant raids on Jewish places, Anne and her family would not have survived as long as they did. Without the proper credentials, the whole group would have been apprehended and imprisoned much earlier. The end results, unfortunately, would be the same. Was life in hiding worthwhile? Undoubtedly it had the impact of Anne experiencing her first love and learning to understand her parents. Sadly, it was for naught but a tragic reading for students. Thanks to Mr. Frank surviving and developing the Anne Frank Foundation, some good might come of Anne's tragically short life.

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