To nurture or nature?

To nurture or nature?

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Originally published 3 August 1998

Back when I was start­ing out in sci­ence and par­ent­hood, more or less simul­ta­ne­ous­ly, behav­ior­ism was all the rage: Pro­vide the right stim­u­lus, you’ll get the right response. Har­vard’s B. F. Skin­ner presided from a pedestal, and psy­chol­o­gists gid­di­ly ran rats through mazes, reward­ing the rodents with food pel­lets when they learned their lessons.

In anthro­pol­o­gy, Mar­garet Mead went off to the South Pacif­ic and came back con­vinced that humans are the cre­ations of cul­ture. If we were not all as bliss­ful­ly well-adjust­ed as her Samoan islanders, it was because some­one mucked things up in the nursery.

The pre­vail­ing gospel of the time was that chil­dren are born as blank slates and envi­ron­ment is every­thing. Par­ents guilti­ly thumbed their copies of Dr. Spock, fear­ful that if they made a mis­take — too much love, too lit­tle; too much free­dom, too lit­tle — they might warp their prog­e­ny for life. Moth­ers, espe­cial­ly, took the rap for every­thing from autism to homosexuality.

In the peren­ni­al debate about nature and nur­ture, nur­ture was tri­umphant­ly ascendant.

Swept along by the sci­en­tif­ic con­sen­sus, I made our home into a sort of Montes­sori cas­tle, filled with the kinds of sen­su­al, intel­lec­tu­al, and esthet­ic stim­uli that would turn my chil­dren into cheer­ful, cre­ative paragons of virtue. I won’t describe the loony things I con­coct­ed for the kids, con­vinced that if only I scrib­bled the cor­rect things onto their wee tab­u­lae rasae they would be set for life.

My spouse looked upon this fanat­i­cal nur­tur­ing with skep­ti­cism. It’s what you’re born with, she sug­gest­ed, with weary bemuse­ment. She agreed with psy­chol­o­gist Bur­ton White that the first three years of a child’s life are impor­tant, but our main respon­si­bil­i­ty to our chil­dren was not to mess up what­ev­er gifts the genes had giv­en them, she claimed — but she was deeply out of step with the times.

Now, a gen­er­a­tion lat­er, it’s our kids’ turn to raise kids, and the sci­en­tif­ic con­sen­sus has gone top­sy-turvy. These days, biol­o­gy is des­tiny and DNA reigns supreme. At Har­vard, Edward O. Wil­son, father of socio­bi­ol­o­gy, has tak­en Skin­ner’s place on the pedestal. Look for the roots of behav­ior in our genes, he says.

Mar­garet Mead­’s sup­pos­ed­ly guile­less and guilt­less Samoans turn out, on fur­ther study, to have been about as mucked up as the rest of us — mak­ing a strong case for biol­o­gy over culture.

Rats have giv­en way to human twins in nurture/nature research. Most use­ful are iden­ti­cal twins raised apart from a young age; what­ev­er these sibs have in com­mon must be the result of genes, rather than upbring­ing, or so the sto­ry goes. Genes have been sug­gest­ed for feel­ing good, depres­sion, risk tak­ing, timid­i­ty, IQ, alco­holism, pho­to­graph­ic mem­o­ry, divorce, promis­cu­ity, altru­ism, crim­i­nal­i­ty, prob­lem-solv­ing, and sex­u­al pref­er­ence. In fact, so per­va­sive are the claims now made for genes that befud­dled young par­ents might won­der if the home envi­ron­ment makes any dif­fer­ence at all.

After a gen­er­a­tion of wor­ship­ing Freud, psy­chol­o­gists have trans­ferred their alle­giance to Dar­win. Evo­lu­tion­ary psy­chol­o­gy is where it’s at, and MIT’s Steven Pinker is the new pop mes­si­ah. The answer to the ques­tion of who we are is not to be found in the nurs­ery (or — yikes! — with that infa­mous parental bed­room scene), but in the grass­lands of East Africa 3 mil­lion years ago. Look there even for the ori­gins of ethics and reli­gion, says Wilson.

Nat­u­ral­ly, this turn­about in sci­en­tif­ic con­sen­sus has its detrac­tors. Bryan App­le­yard, a scathing British crit­ic of all things sci­en­tif­ic, writes: “Reli­gion, the devel­op­men­tal analy­ses of Freud, the cul­tur­al, his­tor­i­cal, and envi­ron­men­tal faith of Marx­ists and social sci­en­tists have all giv­en way to the mighty gene, the Holy Grail of biol­o­gy and the great cul­tur­al totem of our time.” We all are being asked to bow down before the dou­ble-helix of the DNA, he says; that invis­i­ble twist of chem­i­cals has become the new soul, the site of iden­ti­ty and self.

Resis­tance to the new genet­ic deter­min­ism (or what is per­ceived as deter­min­ism) is based most­ly on the fear that we might not be, after all, mas­ters of our fates. If we are the inevitable prod­ucts of our biol­o­gy, then what becomes of the doc­trine of human per­fectibil­i­ty? “The dev­il made me do it?” has been replaced by “The genes made me do it? — to the con­ster­na­tion of tra­di­tion­al ethi­cists. We can strug­gle to over­come Satan, but who can wres­tle in the night with the DNA?

Will per­fectibil­i­ty now be placed in the hands of genet­ic engi­neers? asks App­le­yard. Will chem­i­cals become the new redemption?

Of course, this anti-gene hys­te­ria is most­ly sil­ly. Any par­ent with more than one child knows that genes are deci­sive. And any par­ent with even one child knows that envi­ron­ment is also impor­tant. As the pen­du­lum of sci­en­tif­ic fash­ion swings back and forth between nature and nur­ture, we begin to under­stand that the human brain comes hard­wired by evo­lu­tion, ready to be pro­grammed by experience.

The first three years of the an indi­vid­u­al’s life are for­ma­tive; so are the first 3 mil­lion years of human evolution.

As time pass­es, evo­lu­tion­ary biol­o­gists and geneti­cists will learn more, lots more, about how genes shape des­tiny. The role of envi­ron­ment may be more dif­fi­cult to grasp, depend­ing as it does on the mas­sive mys­ter­ies of the active human brain.

Mean­while, par­ents will con­tin­ue try­ing to do what must be the hard­est job in the world: shep­herd­ing chil­dren into adult­hood with­out mak­ing a right roy­al mess of it.

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