“We’re all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.”
― Liam Callanan, The Cloud Atlas
The dead past still lives in our DNAs, people buried in time walk within us, very much alive!
Human curiosity propels me to dig into my DNA and inspect every hidden corner.
With all the existing quick services, simple and easy, right?
At first DNA testing seemed like an innocent global attempt to eliminate racism. Heartfelt videos emerged, revealing ancestry of participants from a country that they despised. Oh, how border melting, nationality-pride dissipating, captivating, isn’t’ it?
Things took a gloomy turn when these ads went from “Know your past” to “ Do you have royal blood?”
Yet another reassurance hunt to validate individual special-ness.
I was so close to doing the test, and then I stumbled upon a video titled “White Supremacists, You Won’t Like Your DNA Results” in which Stephen (humorously) digs into the modern-day genetic testing because curiosity is in his genes.
Beyond individual prejudices and favouritism for certain results, a much bigger concern arose for me: I am surrendering my DNA to face-less organizations, handing out a blueprint of my very being on a silver platter. Maybe they are honest fellow scientists, just trying to give me answers, or maybe they will clone me. (insert tin foil hat). Nevertheless, the privacy agreement could give them full permission to resell your information to various sources.
So I chose to not know my DNA and to accept my ordinary-ness. ( but that’s just me)
Have you done the DNA test, would you consider it under the current circumstances?