I just finished reading a very interesting article by Dave Jamieson entitled “Letters From an arsonist”. The article delves into the mind of a serial arsonist (Thomas Sweatt) who set more than 350 fires over 25 years in Washington D.C. and costing the city millions of dollars before he was arrested and sentenced to two life terms in the federal penitentiary.

The letters are a fantastic look into how humans interact with fire and how the human mind can develop such an exotic relationship with something like fire - even in a fetishistic way. From one of the letters:

Why did I set the fires when I set them? That’s an all too familiar question that can not be understood if you don’t know the story. There were different reasons for most of the fires. It could be because of one feeling the need to have power about something or someone….I don’t want you driving that car so the fire becomes a weapon to destroy it.

Or in case of some house fires—I might like a particular style of a house and wish one day to own it (but it’s only a dream). Fire is a tool to destroy and some house fires also becomes my phantasy of people scrambling to exit windows and sort-of feel like they need my help so I stay and watch.

Fire destroys things, kills people, moves people in cars, keeps people warm, cooks people’s food, lights things, lifts planes, and on and on. Our relationship with fire is an oddly philosophical one.

After doing for so long it just became easier and easier but the fear of getting caught was always there. Each fire was like doing the first time and I’d always take deep breaths and ask the Lord to forgive me for what I’m about to do…

Sweatt was sexually driven to set these fires and received great erotic pleasure from watching the houses burn and the people escape for the sake of their lives. He constantly states that his intentions were not to harm the people, although he acknowledges that fire is “risky business”.

[...] it was her grandson that led me back to that house later that night only because I didn’t know him personnaly but saw him get the mail out of the mailbox on the front porch and he was tall and has a muscular build and I wanted to meet him so I would live out my phantasy thru fire watching him jump out of the window for help and come running to me. I raced home to watch the news and was sadden about the fatality but was fascinated by this huge fire. Wow! I’ll always remember this house.

My passion in fire protection engineering involves chasing the trails of fire - any clues or physically meaningful signatures that fire gives off - and characterizing them in a scientific sense. It’s very intriguing to break down fire into thousands of different smaller actions and facets.

At the same time, I realize that there is some ingrained mental pleasure that humans get from fire - some understood relationship. Sweatt led the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms on a long chase as he developed his dangerously passionate love for fire.

Give the article a read when you have some extra time - it will take about an hour. You will get quite a bit of insight into the madness and intricacy of the human mind and fire. And how they work together in ways both good and bad. It was how Sweatt expressed himself in seeking pleasure.

Some people use guns, knives, etc. as weapons—I use fire as a source of weapon—Not afraid of fire at all; for it is my friend and I miss it. [...]

Now, this arsonist, Sweatt, took it to an extreme and caused 2 deaths, destroyed many homes, used up countless hours of fire service resources, and permanently affected the lives of many, many people. At least 353 fires. How does he feel today?

There was only 1 death, he wrote, so I left it at that.

[...] Those demons are still in me.