Clayton, it is my opinion that you live in a fantasy land that suits you. You have been given so much evidence and texts to study, but you come back again and again like a high school kid who had trouble following Cliff Notes.
As I said, my Uncle was part of the British lot that liberated Belsen. I was lucky to get the one shot deal of him telling his story. He wasn't out to garner any sympathy from me, in fact, It was one of those moments where he'd kept quiet for over 50 years, and unleashed after we had attended a memorial service at Belsen. He recalled their fight in the area against Waffen SS troops, meeting those who had reached the main camp, not quite believing what they were saying until he got there himself. He talked about the aroma of death that could be smelled in the air two miles away that became an overpowering, cloying stench that stayed with him after they had moved on. The piles of emaciated corpses that lay there unburied, and the emaciated walking dead that begged for food. The children that appeared, wailing with hands outstretched for something to eat. An officer wordlessly handing his crew a couple of bottles of Scotch. Looking for guards who tried to disguise themselves as prisoners, but were easy to find as they were glowing with health, and the realisation that it was far more fun to shoot them in the legs or hips, rather than kill them outright. Being ordered to take your seat on a D-4, and move the empty husks of human beings into a large hole. This was a man who had not spoken (as far as I'm aware) to anyone, and was used to seeing dead bodies, or even creating them. As he said to me, that was not warfare, that was genocide.
You seem to like photos too, and wonder why there are no photos that will satisfy you. I sincerely wish I could meet your request. As I type this, my uncle's 1915 Watch Pocket Carbine No. 12 sits next to me. It originally belonged to my Grandfather, and went through WWI without a mishap. He had it there at Belsen, and it still bears the dents from him dropping it after being overwhelmed by what he saw. I met one of his 'chums' who was there, and he asked, after 50+ years if he had returned to look for the back of the camera. as I was told, it is hard to take pictures of pain and suffering when your instinct tells you to help out in some way.
I also met someone he had gave his greatcoat to. They were asked to surrender them, and he had left an unwritten postcard in it that allowed one of the inmates to write to him and thank him for the 'gift'. He was a Dutch national that had been in Auschwitz and had his wife and child taken off to the special showers. He'd also had the Barry White beaten out of him, and had managed to get a ride to Belsen, and the wonderful times there. But what does that matter to you? It's merely eyewitness testimony, the lowest form of evidence in your eyes. I guess you'd say they colluded to make a good story for a young man.
What about your heroes, the Germans? I was there in 1989, the 100th birthday of your Dear Leader. I was doing my time in the RAF, not helping in any movies and making sure the red peril didn't move westwards, based in RAF Brüggen. I ended up in a celebration that was full of Real ex-Nazis squeezing into their old uniforms to celebrate old Adolf's birthday. Something that you would have loved. The old boys were very happy to explain why they were celebrating. Mr Hitler had turned their country around. What about the Jews, I asked. They had been controlled to despise them through every media, and they were quite aware that they weren't being moved off to a holiday camp. One old boy told me about the time his brother was told he'd be serving on the Eastern Front. He referred to it as the 'Juden Kuß' The Jew kiss, in reference to the Jews that had been sent eastwards never to be seen again. As you ask so many times, this was answered by Germans who were there at the time. "If we thought it was wrong, who would we complain to?" For me a very poor answer, but an honest one. As one old soldier said to me - "All we knew was what we were told was the truth. Listening to anything else was punishable by death be the Gestapo, and no sane person wanted to end up behind their walls. If you did hear it, you said nothing." the same went for the Jewish neighbours too.
I recommend that you take the time to actually look at the evidence here, and read some of the suggested reading. I'm sure there are many here that had families who eventually told them of their experiences, or have taken the time to carry out real research, and not been swayed by a video or two that fed their prejudices.
As a final thought for you to chew on, Clayton, my uncle was not a big fan of the Jewish community before he left for war. His landlord was Jewish, and he had no love for them, but after what he saw, he did feel different, and he became more tolerant. What he saw with his own eyes, although you will demean it, changed him.