When Yevtushenko first visited Babi Yar he was shocked to find no memorial. Instead he saw a garbage dump, right on top of thousands of dead bodies, with trucks coming in to dump more garbage.
He was so moved by the sight that he wrote the poem in a couple of hours in his hotel room.
The story of how the poem was published is also interesting. When Yevtushenko brought the poem to the editor of the magazine in which it was to be published, the editor asked to make a call to his wife before making the decision. The editor realized that publishing this poem would be the end of his career, and he wanted to get his wife's blessing. Ultimately they decided to go ahead, and the editor was fired from his job on the next day.
[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babi_Yar_memorials#Commemorati...
On top of the already complex ideological balancing act involved in managing so many distinctive national and ethnic identities, particularly along the periphery, there was the strong official Marxist internationalism, the idea of friendship among the proletariat of all nations, and of the Soviet Union as a superlative embodiment of this, etc.
With such ideological/rhetorical objectives in mind, whatever you may think of them, it is easy to see why it would be a problem to give any particular people a sense of preeminent victimhood or confer unto them some special recognition. It can lead to enhanced claims for special status or compensation from those people, as well as animate the grievances of other ethnicities who were the victims of Stalinist policies such as forced mass resettlement, or who lost disproportionate numbers in the war, or succumbed to famines and collectivisation of agriculture, etc. Besides that, the USSR lost an estimated 27 million soldiers and civilians fighting the Germans--people of all sorts of ethnicities, but of course to no small extent Russian-Slavic. A self-interested government would not wish to antagonise veterans or grieving families by creating the perception that the mantle of victimhood was being somehow disproportionately alloted to a particular group.
So, there was generally a political reluctance to cast any particular spotlight on the distinctive plight of Jews in WWII. Doubtless, some amount of inertial anti-Semitism and a suspicious view of Jews played a role too.
From the same Wikipedia page: "An official memorial to Soviet citizens shot at Babi Yar was erected in 1976." Yevtushenko starts with an incredulous observation that there is no memorial at all, as of 1961. Your comment hints at a possible reason: it may be difficult to commemorate this specific site if one is unwilling to mention the Jews. It is imaginable that had a memorial existed--in any form--the poem may not have been written, but its lack had caused the poet to search for reasons.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russification#Under_the_Soviet...
You seem like a Soviet apologist
Same in the GDR by the way. Memorials in concentration camps often highlight anti-fascist fighters who died there - no mention of Jews, Roma or Homosexuals.
Hence, the Babi Yar "garbage dump".
How could anyone be complicit in the slaughter of tens of thousands of people in a single day, not even just in a moral sense but even in a physical sense. How does the body not shut down when confronted with the horror of such a thing?
If someone was shot in the head as I watched, even if I knew there was zero danger of being shot myself, I know that my body would react with pure revulsion and I would find it hard to stand up, much less take part. It seems it would just be an evolved response, something intrinsic.
But these men just slaughtered thousands of people like pigs - how? Why?
They way you do it is little by little. You first makes the person feel entitled, you give him reasons to hate the 'enemy', you remove accountability of the executant by using a strict hierarchy and by engineering the killing process. At one point it becomes 'normal' and 'logic' to do what you do.
The coping mechanisms are not perfect. What we now call PTSD has and will continue to destroy lives long after the fighting is over. But they do allow for continued functioning in the field. For better or for worse.
Source: "The Third Reich At War", by Richard J. Evans.
Turns out, in addition to our evolved horror of killing someone like ourselves we also have an evolved ability to dehumanize the other to the point where the "someone like ourselves" label no longer applies. Came in pretty handy, evolutionarily speaking, when two packs of monkeys ended up in close proximity, with insufficient food.
I've seen people die (or dead already) many times since then and... It doesn't really make you sick. The unpleasant feeling is still there, yes, but it's more about disgust than anything else.
I guess a poem about the Katyn Woods would have been a step to far.
Because by 1961 the Nazis had been destroyed, so it was very much beating a dead horse, and because his country was the one that perpetrated the massacre in Poland and never owned up to it.
Not trying to say this is somehow better, but this just different. In other words Yevtushenko wasn't trying to bring to reason, but rather make sure people won't forget.
Katyń was a horrible crime. But you can't, and should not, compare the two.
I would have deleted this earlier when someone else posted a better clarification than mine, but I couldn't because it had been replied to. And now I am being smeared by someone apparently incapable of granting me an assumption of good faith.
On the contrary, I don't think any kind of commentary could make the impact of those links less or worse, if you do read them be prepared to be moved in a way that you had not planned on for Sunday evening and that will likely be with you for the rest of the week (or your life, depending on how such things impact you).
The links are here for context, not as criticism or commentary, and they're in the order that I intended them to be, which was no accident.
If anything it was a confession that she misinterpreted your comment.