I used to be a fan of the hit US TV series CSI: Miami until I stumbled upon their formula. I also started questioning their rather bizarre timeline: a body would be found in a crowded bar and the CSI team would chat to suspects, take their DNA, go to the crime lab, go somewhere else to speak to someone, then back to the crime lab, then back to the bar…and everyone would still be there, just milling around!. How superfast were the CSI team that they could get the results from their forensic investigations and question a suspect while everyone in the bar was still finishing off their drinks?
The secret, we’re led to believe, is in the technology and the resource of a complete national DNA database. Swab a mouth with an earbud, snip the tip, drop it in an eppendorf tube, squirt in some distilled water, give it a quick spin in a centrifuge, and the name of the killer pops on a screen…slip on the shades, Horatio, and say something cool.
The problem with a DNA database is that it’s been criminalised. In the US it’s managed by the FBI and in the UK by the National Policing Improvement Agency.
There are attempts in the UK to encourage the development of a DNA database for the purposes of medical research, and because it’s a particularly good idea, there are organisations that object to it. Cloaked in robes of moral righteousness, they quote concerns about privacy and fears about the data falling into the hands of those with nefarious intent – marketers – who could use the information to deliver personalised advertising: “We see you have a 53.8% chance of developing skin cancer – have you ever thought of using Derma-lite?”
Those who object to a national DNA database fail to understand that in the UK an average of 1 million people sign up to Facebook each month, and in the process leave their data DNA scattered across the globe. Privacy, as we once knew it, is dead.
I don’t know about you, but I’d like to know about any genetic predisposition I may have to, say, skin cancer before the mole on my back turns nasty; and I’d like to know that the health prospects of any future grandchildren I may have will be improved because the insight gained from analysing a national DNA database has accorded the necessary research to national demand.
I also have no intent to involve myself in any serious crime (I still have that overdue library book from primary school), so I have absolutely no qualms about giving the police access to my DNA; but I am suspicious of those who hesitate.
In fact, I’m going to swab my mouth with an earbud and hand it to a parking meter maid today.
[Note to self: must use a clean earbud]