Was it really so difficult or somehow wrong to show some humanity? Or did spending all day every workday in the company of nameless, faceless men in orange jumpsuits, an endless parade of angry or fearful or angry and fearful men, dehumanize you after a while? Or did the county deliberately put these automatons in the job so that on the occasion when some inmate lost control they could respond quickly with brute force, no need to waste even a second taking into account why the man might have cracked?
