Why I Love Pink

Last semester I read Night with my 5th period class. You know, the one about surviving the Holocaust as an adolescent boy? The horrors of deportation and the terrors of Concentration Camps? It was quite a stretch, but we made it through, and the kids actually learned some stuff. So, an assignment they had when we were almost done was to chose a scene to illustrate, using descriptions from the book to draw the details and layout and stuff. You are looking at a fine example.

Now, this student chose to illustrate a horrifying scene, that of when the author and his townspeople are tightly packed in a cattle car for a week with no food and a single bucket of water. One woman goes nuts and starts seeing flames, shouting, "Jews! The Flames!" over and over. So that is what this picture is supposed to be depicting. Just take a closer look at that hair. Because you know, when you've been on a train for a week, barely able to sit down, starving and having delusions, your first priority is to gel your flat-ironed bangs to your forehead and put your remaining hair in a poofy bun.