Motivation. That is the word that sums up what we become. Motivation can be good or bad. What motivation do we have and where does it come from?
So what motivates someone into becoming a torturer?
Where does a torturer get their motivation to get up each day and go to work? Are they turned on by screams and burning flesh?
Is that tendency to sadism genetic? If not, where did they learn to enjoy inflicting pain?
What experiences did they go through in their developing years that make them feel happy when observing the pain of other people?
Were these torturers the type of boys and girls that drowned kittens, slowly grilled puppies or pulled the wings off insects?
Were they the bullies who enjoyed the cheap shots, the nasty tweaks and sly kicks?
Were they the ones who co-opted their mates to hold someone down while they punched them in the face or stamped on their head, maybe put cigarettes out on their nipples?
Or were they the sad whimpering abused victims, or bullied wimps, who became so full of hatred that they turned it all around on other people and gained revenge by bullying those who were weaker?
Is this enjoyment of inflicting pain on others an act of revenge?
A result of hatred?
Or do these torturers not enjoy their work at all? Do they see their job as a professional necessity in the war against whatever force is arrayed against their religion or country? For there is always a war being waged and there is never a shortage of torturers.
What makes a torturer?
When I gave my little sister away in marriage I said in my speech that it would have been my Dad’s proudest moment. That sounds a bit corny but it was true. We were his proudest possessions. He had little else. We were his reasons to live.
Left to my own devices I most probably would have killed myself long before now. Not deliberately, just by being extreme and obsessive.