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Parents aren't given the choice on how their kids end up being like. I mean, yes, their choice of mate affects the other set of DNA that influences their baby’s health and personality. But other than that, parents don’t really have a ‘choice’. But, if given a choice, parents would choose so much. First off, they would definitely choose their kids out of Autism or ADHD. Although we do call them ‘specially abled’, If given a choice parents would rather their kids not have these ‘special abilities’ since it makes life difficult for their child. I might sound politically incorrect, but that’s just how it is.  If given a choice, they’d want their kid to be healthier and less prone to diseases. In the same way, if given a choice, they’d want their kids to be born intelligent, with good memory, with artistic traits, be good at math and linguistics … I mean, nurture can only take them a certain distance, right?

Well, what if parents can actually make that choice? What if parents can choose the traits that their child is born with? Not only deleting the bad traits, but also choosing the good ones that boosts excellence in their professional and personal life?

This is what genetic engineering promises for the future. And in a more macro level, this was what eugenics promised in the past.

Eugenics is the ‘controlled selective breeding of humans to improve their genetic composition’. This idea of ‘improving human life by developing superior traits’ seems like a very reasonable statement to rally in favour for. It speeds the process of evolution, that usually takes millions of years. But the problem is found in the ‘how’. And oh my, the ‘how’ of it all is pretty nasty. The problem, also arises in the ‘who gets to decide what is superior and what is inferior?’.

Earlier, criminals and the mentally ill were forcefully sterilized or jailed to ensure they do not breed their traits down. The Nazi’s sterilized anyone with blindness, deafness or alcoholism, or people with mixed race. In the early 20th century, Jews were imprisoned and/or forcefully sterilized.          And we all know what happened to Jews after that.                Black communities have been victims of eugenics because they were all seen as inferior.

Well, that’s all in the past though. Eugenics is a tainted word that nobody likes to be associated with anymore. We’d like to think that we’ve dusted those ideologies off.

But not so soon.

Designer babies is a new buzz word. CRISPR technology is breaking moulds, and genome alteration has become easier and cheaper. And although this technology isn’t at its prime yet, this is the direction the world is moving towards. We’re moving towards a world of dEsIgNer bAbiEs.

Although similar in many ways, eugenics and genetic engineering are different enough for us to have biases. Genetic engineering is seen rather positively than eugenics is. Because eugenics confines the person along with the trait that we find undesirable, while genetic engineering is able to differentiate the person and their trait, because there is no ‘person’ yet, which is also the reason we give for abortions. But, why is it thoughtful of parents to terminate their pregnancies if they get to know that the child is growing with deformities while the idea of parents genetically modifying their child seem rather ethically confusing?

Where have we drawn the lie, and why? Where does the ‘trait’ end, and the ‘being’ begin? Are we commodifying human traits, and at the same time identifying with that commodity?  

Who are you?

We humans believe that we are our highest self when we are able to use our talents and our creativity to create something. But with the misidentification of self, we are just products creating products, and finding value in that creation. Genetic modification then, will be the doom of the self. 

There is one important distinction that must be made before we proceed with these technological changes. The distinction of the trait and the being; that traits are something that help us navigate through the world that we have created, but that they do not define us.

Neurology and psychiatry especially are two sciences that have had to tackle this question a lot. I’ve taken specifically these two as examples, as a reminder that our ‘thought’ (brain stuff) cannot define who we are either, since that too is very much affected by physiology. That too is a trait. Any psychiatrist or neurologist can give first-hand account of how they have had to reconcile their idea of the self, because their patients force them to separate the person and the trait (the illness) that they possess. And many of them have found their reconciliation in theology. Theology can be only one of many other ways though. A lot of people have tried to find meaning in a rather secular world. Nietzsche is famous for his work on ‘the death of the God’ that tackles similar questions. But to protect the self in the world of designer babies, we need to stop identifying with our traits. We need to de-identify with the material.

De-identification with the material, according to me, either means identification with that what is beyond, or denying an identity to the self (which is pretty nihilistic). I do not say this with an intention to create dichotomy. And there might be other ways to for us to reconcile with these differences; other ways to find an answer that allows us to accept technological changes without losing out on essence; which we can’t deny that we are already in the process of.


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