Something which leads to the destruction of innocent humans at the hands of people with power is total horror, per se. No memorial would suffice to express our sorrow or shame of the .Jewish dead, nor the other victims of Hitler and the nazis.
I am very uncomfortable with any comparisons of 'scale'. 400 years of slavery, the holocaust, rwanda, all with their own lists of individual lives lost or llived in terror and agony. But all with their own particular circumstances and legacies and, for us lesssons into things gone wrong, things left ignored and unchallenged.
My aunt, as a young child, was put on a train out of Austria without her parents and made the loneliest journey to England which left her as one of the few members of her family to escape the gas chambers. Within a year of the end of the war her older sister was chased by youths shouting 'jew, jew' along a railway embankment in the Midlands. They raped her, and within another year she was dead, nobody knows why, but my aunt has always believed it was shock and despair.
My aunt puts some of her life into helping people who are refugees, poor, under-educated or disabled. She does not make a hierarchy of suffering, and never makes reference to her own background. Not ever.
For myself, no amount of trouble we take to look at what happened is too much, or' biased,' because the awfulness of it is total, per se. But in terms of circumstances and learning from it, we must give Hitlers genocide of the jewish people our complete scrutiny. For a start, some people who took part, (and more , I hope, who survived) are still alive.
The discussions and revelations about missed, lost or dodged opportunities to put a stop to what was happening are new to me - and miles from the version of the WW2 that was taught in my O level years. But even then, as the spirit of Vera Lynn was invoked , I could still picture those youths running along the embankment shouting' jew jew'.