Psycho-Surgery

Daily Observer

October 29, 1973

 

Morality—Psychosurgery to |Change Personality

 

            S.Q. Lapius seemed to be doodling.  Suddenly he chuckled and looked up from his work.  “Finished,” he exclaimed triumphantly.  “Listen, see if you like it.”

            He stood up and bowed slightly in my direction like a student getting ready to recite before the class.  Then, cocking his glasses down on his nose, started to read.

 

            When changing liver, lung or heart

            or grafting many another part

            It might be said to those who quiz

            ‘The donor was ---

            ‘The recipient is ---,’

            But moving into new terrain

            They’ll soon transplant the human brain.

            Will it be said when this occurs,

            ‘The donor is ---

            ‘The recipient was---.’”

           

            Lapius preened.  “Do you like it?”  he asked.

            “It rhymes,” I said non-commitently.  I was annoyed he because he interrupted my snooze.

            “Of course it rhymes.  It’s a poem.  But it also raises a serious question.  Suppose one were able to transplant a brain.  Would the new person represent the brain or the body?”

            “I’m sure it will be a problem,” I said closing my eyes and trying to reenter my dreams.  It seemed only a few moments before Lapius wakened me again.

            “Do you have any opinions on psychosurgery, Harry?”

            “Why the sudden interest?”  I dodged the question.

            “Dr. Irving Cooper asked me to join a panel on the moral issues involved.  You know, don’t you, that he has just come up with a new technique to inhibit intractable epilepsy by the implantation of an electrical pulsing mechanism over the cerebellum.  It works, too.  There is one case in particular that struck me.  A young person with seizures and periodic attacks of violent behavior during which she would commit acts of mayhem.  Actually stabbed several people.  Now she is free of seizures, but Cooper has been attacked for having deprived her of her essential personality.”

            “But at least she doesn’t have to be institutionalized,” I pointed out.

            “True.  Until Cooper operated on her she would have had to be guarded, perhaps jailed.”

            “Loss of some personality traits, some vitality seems a small price to pay for that freedom to stay out of jail.”

            “Yes.  But of course the case is extreme.  There can be more subtle examples.  Certainly psycho-surgery raises important questions for society to answer.  After all, what is the essential self?  Body or brain.  If you answer soul, I’ll ask you where is it situated.  Does meddling with the brain affect the soul?

            “With some people I should think a hemorrhoidectomy might endanger the so--.”

            “Don’t be frivolous, Harry.”

            “Well, you were throwing away some light lines before--.”

            “Just some levity for my talk, Harry.  But I don’t scoff at the questions being raised.”

            “I think the argument is silly,” I said.  “After all, doesn’t the mental attitude of a person change when a kidney is transplanted?  Until the transplant the patient might have been sick and depressed.  If the transplant is successful, won’t the mood change?”

            “Hopefully for the better.  And of course Cooper changes patients hopefully for the better too.  And the psychosurgeons who at the sacrifice of some degree of alertness eliminate hyperactive aggressive activity have, it seems to me, also changed their patients for the better.  But somehow, when it comes to performing surgery on the brain, particularly those parts of the brain that affect the ‘mind’ people find excuses to damn it.  There are those who say that it deprives the patient of the freedom to be violent.  It actually becomes a civil rights problem.”

            “I presume you are talking about criminals who would be offered this operation.  Certainly informed consent is necessary.  I don’t think it should be forced on anybody, but if the prospective patient consents, I don’t see the difference between ‘mind’ surgery or any other kind of surgery.”

            “I’m quite inclined to agree with you Harry.  It seems that the consensus is that the soul of man and his mind are inextricably intertwined.  But if that is true, then certainly any condition that adversely affects the mind and mood of man should be opposed.  Why stop with surgery?”

            “Maybe they see psychosurgery as the first step to creating a population of zombies.”

            “Yes.  A method of depriving us of our free will.  Consider, Harry, if the method were improved.  They could take newborn babies, insert a needle sterotactically into the brain.  The skull is soft.  They wouldn’t even have to operate.  Press a button and cauterize a small segment of some pertinent structure and the child from that moment on would be destined to behave calmly and with equanimity.  Or the alternative,” Lapius was warming to his subject.  “The same needle in another location, and the youngster might grow to be a raving aggressive untamable individual.  A nation might be able to make an army of these types.  Or zap another part of the brain and the baby might be a romantic, a great lover; or perhaps we could learn to make musicians, geniuses- shades of Aldous Huxley.” 

            “Well, Simon, now that you’ve allowed your imagination to romp, what position do you take with respect to psychosurgery.  Are you for it or against it?”

            “For it of course.  But it must be regulated like any other technique, to avoid misuse.  On balance, it represents important progress.  Actually, if it is used to liberate a person from fits, agressivity or violent behavior, certainly it encourages free will and removes obstacles to the expression of free will by the diseased mind.  But we have certainly come a long way.  We can change a kidney, change a heart.  Someday we may be able to change a lung or even a brain.”

            “Is that the sum of what you are going to say tonight?”

            “Yes,” Lapius said with a twinkle, “unless somebody changes my mind.”