“They’re doing it,” Donnie continued, referring to the act of killing, “in really intricate ways as well, like have you seen the cage burning video, the drowning video? I nodded. Donnie went on: “Take that video where they chain everyone up and then just slash their necks, they’re in a sort of slaughterhouse, abattoir type thing.” I told Donnie that I knew of the video, but had refused to watch it. The Atlantic’s Graeme Wood described it as “the worst thing I have ever seen”.
“Oh man,” Donnie said, “it was like one of the best fucking videos I’ve ever seen.” I asked what he meant. “I’m comparing it to other videos of that nature, but it was one of the best,” Donnie clarified. “Purely because there was a lot of content, if that makes sense? Like, for example, you get one video and they’ve beheaded a guy and you’re, like, okay that’s a beheading, whereas not only was that like really, really fucked up, it was something that I really get empathy from. Kind of like, I can really put myself into someone’s shoes.”
This response baffled me. I didn’t understand what he meant about empathy and it wasn’t clear whose shoes he was imagining himself standing in — the Isis slashers or those of their victims. I told Donnie that I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Like it feels incredibly real,” he explained. “Well, when I was younger I used to have a lot of morbid dreams of dying or bleeding out and stuff like that and it creates like an adrenal response, if that makes sense? The shock value doesn’t come from the fact that his throat’s been slit, it’s from imagining if I was there, if that was happening to me.” In Donnie’s telling, as I understood it, watching Isis gore was a way of trying to imagine his own death. Later on in our conversation, he said that one of the main reasons he watched Isis videos, and gore in general, was to do with what he called “the philosophy of death”. “That’s a huge thing,” he said. “You know, like what does it feel like to die, what does it look like to die?”
I was curious to know what Donnie thought of Isis. He’d absorbed huge quantities of the group’s propaganda. Had that altered his view of the group, I asked him? He was emphatic: “Unless you’re a sympathiser there’s only one other view you can have of Isis, which is they’re a bunch of cunts tarnishing the name of their religion.” Yet the sheer extravagant cuntiness of Isis didn’t seem to put him off from wanting to watch the group’s atrocity propaganda. I mentioned this apparent paradox, which prompted him to reflect on why he thought it was useful to watch real online gore: “Desensitisation is power, somewhat. If anything ever happens in real life, I’m not just gonna sit there… Because I’m not shocked, I’m not frozen, I’m not fearful.” This sounded like an ex post facto rationalisation to me, although I couldn’t be sure. I followed up on Donnie’s reference to desensitisation. “I can watch a [gore] video now and not be fazed at all, or even bored,” he said.
Throughout our several interviews it became clear that watching Isis atrocity videos for Donnie was as much about prurient curiosity and thrill-seeking as empathetic transportation into the shoes of a doomed person. Donnie said that Isis videos improved markedly after the demise of Jihadi John in late 2015. (He was killed in a US drone strike on November 12, 2015.) This, he said, was when “they started getting intricate”. One mass-beheading video, which involved explosives instead of knives, struck him as being “really inventive”.
This sounded tone-deaf, if not indeed outright callous. Real individuals — with families, commitments, ambitions and whole lives ahead of them — were horribly murdered, and here Donnie is discoursing on the video’s envelope-pushing innovativeness. At one point, Donnie said, in one of his many digressions, that Isis videos were so well filmed that “it’s easy to distance yourself from it”. I wondered if the demonic creativity that Donnie refers to here served to create a yet further layer of distance for him from the human horror in the foreground of the video. Perhaps, it made it seem less real and more movie-like. Or perhaps the staged atrocity in the video was so preposterously monstrous that Donnie just couldn’t absorb it on a human level. It’s also possible that there’s just a streak of callousness in Donnie and that, like most people, he’s selective in his empathy.
Donnie didn’t use the term “thrill-seeking”, but instead spoke of “the cringe”, which he described as a sort of somatic recoil — in Susan Sontag phrasing, “the pleasure of flinching”. “It’s your body reacting. It’s not just your brain saying, ‘oh, this is fucked up’. Your body is literally reacting to what is happening and you don’t get that in movies, you don’t get that on television… I don’t know, it’s just an adrenal response basically and it’s so fucking intense and there’s loads of things that go through your head.” I think what Donnie is sharply conveying here is what Mathias Clasen calls the “primary and irreducible appeal of horror”, which is “the pleasure of experiencing strong and rich emotions in a safe context”.
When Donnie watches gore videos, it’s the cringe — the visceral throb, jolt, shiver, the “ick” — he’s looking for. But why would he go looking for such a fundamentally aversive feeling? “Death is a morbid thing in itself and having that kind of thing in your face is like the closest you can get to experiencing that without actually dying,” Donnie explained. He returned to the Bigley video, the first filmed execution he ever saw. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days. Like, oh my god, imagine being that guy.” The cringe, it seems, was the price Donnie paid for indulging his curiosity about violent death; but it was also something he found, after a while, to be emotionally exhilarating all by itself. For Donnie, gore seemed to engage his gut as much as his mind.
Gore enthusiasts and the philosophical defenders of morbid curiosity insist that death is ultimately life-affirming, and that we can only truly appreciate our existence when we recognise its inescapable fragility and temporality. Well, watching Isis videos didn’t make me appreciate life more — it did, however, give me a sharper appreciation of how cheap and meaningless lives are to murderous zealots. Above all, it intensified my sense of how evil and shameless human beings can be. I would not classify this as trauma, in the clinical sense, but instead see it as a kind of moral unease. And there is no treatment for moral unease, because this is the stuff of life in all its richness and dark complexity.
Simon Cottee’s new book, Watching Murder: ISIS, Death Videos and Radicalization, is published by Routledge,
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SubscribeThis man is indeed some kind of deranged pervert.
Lets just remind ourselves of the morbid curiosity most of us experience when passing a terrible accident, we rubberneck to try and get a peek for any gore. similarly when waiting in A & E. I think it is a sharp reminder we all need to the fragility of life and for caution (which often only lasts a day or so).
I once watched a Isis beheading (Kenneth Bigley) and I couldn’t bear it and it made me feel ill, not to be repeated.
No , most of us don’t actually.
No, I also never feel the need to slow down for motorway gore – I take a peverse pride in looking away out of respect for someone else’s misery – but as you say it is a common reaction in varying degrees.
Caitlin Moran wrote a good piece on her reaction to watching a snuff video back in 2009. It concludes:
“i don’t want to overstate the whole thing, or be too dramatic. I had two subsequent nights during which getting to sleep was quite difficult, and I had to climb into my youngest child’s bed and wrap myself right round her while pints of anxiety sat, like bad alcohol, in my guts. But it hasn’t driven me insane, or made me question my world view. I am still an essentially shallow optimist. I am not damaged.
What I am, however, is host to something that will never leave. It made me realise that you should take great care in what you choose – often in a cavalier moment – to place in your memory, because some things will sit there for ever, like a bad seed; like a shadow on the moon; like a crow on a fence in a dream.
A very tiny part of me now, and will always, consist of an elderly man dying in a wood in Ukraine.”
https://web.archive.org/web/20110629121815/http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/caitlin_moran/article5483397.ece
You know, there is something you really have to appreciate about the Islamic State. Most movements and causes, no matter how monstrous or extreme, rely on their enemies to depict them as monsters. Almost all of the most terrible regimes in history had a positive propaganda public relations blitz. The Islamic State said “Screw it. We are horrible people and are proud of it.”
They also referred to themselves as terrorists. Other terrorist groups see themselves as freedom fighters. They vehemently disagree with the description of terrorist.
I’m reminded of when I was younger being taught about the French Revolution and told how the crowds would throng around the guillotine and the Grannies would sit and watch while knitting. Clearly some humans enjoy brutality more than others.
That is precisely why the greatest Empire the world has ever seen, The Roman Empire, build not only the Colosseum but a further two hundred odd similar Amphitheaters to keep the ‘mob’ amused.
I think the grannies were paid to watch and cheer. They knitted to pass the time.
I am rather at a loss about the intended point of this article – some people enjoy watching hideous things, but not sure the author had anything useful to say about them. A non-random sample of one is not illuminating, and i for one am not going to start watching any of them.
Well, I read a few pages into this odd advert for the author’s book until I realised there were links to the terrible websites he seems to enjoy studying. And then I stopped. Would you go to a cinema with a few friends a couple of times a week to watch people being killed and tortured? No. So why is it in any way OK to do it at home on your laptop? Feh.
Surely people who watch this stuff are basically sadistic, but are sufficiently self-controlled not to actually participate in acts of sadism themselves. Often these people are responding to peer-group pressure to see a video with their mates as a sort of male right of passage The ones who duck out are wimps. Laddisim is an easy gateway into overt Narcissism. Sociopathology and for a few, Psychopathology.
Do women not watch ‘Gore Porn’ ? And if not, why not ?
There is great evil in the world and if we choose to watch evil men at work we participate in the evil.
“And there is no treatment for moral unease, because this is the stuff of life in all its richness and dark complexity.”
I’m curious if by saying that evil is real we mean that there is some objective, religious, truth to the world, and if so, is that not also the treatment for moral unease? I personally feel, with my religious beliefs, that calling evil what it is, is the treatment for the unease and disgust I feel when I experience its depravity.