Thursday, March 17, 2011

A Lesson Learned Through Torture


A Lesson Learned Through Torture
By Nomar Knight
Torture is the mechanism by which a false sense of justice spurs the avenger onto heights greater than sexual bliss.  While listening to a concerto of earsplitting screams, the master grooms his wretched foe an agonizing inch at a time until his body parts grow numb. – The Book of Tortured Souls
It takes a special kind of monster to bend the will of another.  As I discussed the allowance of torture for anyone who was found guilty of committing a heinous crime with today’s youth—tomorrow’s law abiding citizens— my jaw dropped.  Not only did these products of violent video games favor torture, but a few went as far as describing what they would do to sexual offenders who didn’t stop with the raping of children.  They understandably abhorred molestation of any kind and in their book, predators that also kill their prey; will meet a certain yet slow death. 
I’ll never forget the look in a teen boy’s eyes when he described a proper punishment.  What started out as castration soon turned into a morbid game of skin the bad guy to a point they made it an art.  For these youngsters, one brutal act deserved payback of macabre proportions.  It wasn’t long before slicing and dicing amid horrid screams turned into burning and maiming. 
After listening to them for several minutes, I asked, “What if it turns out they locked up the wrong man?  How would you justify your actions?  How do you give the guy his limbs back?  How could you look him in the eyes?  The word sorry would never cover your actions.”
 The teens remained silent.  Perhaps some thought about their dark enthusiasm.  Some glanced at their feet, unable to look me square in the eyes.  The eager torturer tilted his eyes toward the heavens and whispered, “Torture should only be reserved for anyone who’s caught in the act or where it can be proven beyond a reasonable doubt that he’s guilty.”
 The fact he didn’t want to abandon the notion of torture mystified me.  I wonder when we’ll stop to think how barbaric we have become as a society.  Even now as I sit in the dark, sipping my coffee, I think back at the teen’s cold eyes and wonder what our future will be like.  I hope society will not back itself into a corner and feel that in order to deal with real life monsters; they must become something far worse. 
 Tonight I was posed an interesting question.  What did I think was the best way to deal with terrorism?  Ironically, I answered that it starts with educating our citizens.  Perhaps if we teach the young ones to fight hate with love, the world may become a safer place.

See you on the dark side.

Nomar Knight

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