FRANCIS COLLINS, the director of the National Institutes of Health’s part of the Human Genome Project—in actuality, he was the principal leader of the project—was a Christian who drove to work on a motorcycle. He played guitar in an amateur rock band. He was six feet four inches tall. He had expressive hands that moved while he spoke, and he had a soft, expressive voice. He wore faded jeans and motocycle boots or sneakers. His net worth was not impressive, because his employer was the government. He had a mop of graying brown hair combed over his forehead. Collins had grown up on a small farm in the Shenandoah Valley, where he’d been homeschooled by his mother, Margaret Collins, a noted American playwright, and by his father, Fletcher, a medieval scholar and founder of several theater troupes. Francis Collins went to Yale, where he got a PhD in quantum chemistry, but then he decided to become a medical doctor.
“My epiphany came two months into medical school, when I listened to a series of lectures on genetic diseases by an austere and impressive pediatric geneticist,” Collins told me in his office on the campus of the National Institutes of Health, in Bethesda, Maryland. “Each week he brought a different child in front of the class, with a different genetic disease—cystic fibrosis, sickle-cell anemia. They’re sick, I thought, because they have a single little thing wrong in the arrangement of their code. It was almost unbelievable that such a small change could have such large effects in some people. It was terrifying.”
“Have you heard of Lesch-Nyhan syndrome?” I asked Collins, referring to the self-cannibalism disease. It is caused by a tiny defect in the human DNA, typically the alteration of a single letter of the human genome.
Francis Collins had certainly heard of the disease. He had seen it. “I diagnosed a case of Lesch-Nyhan syndrome when I was at Yale medical school,” Collins said. “He was a young man, twenty-four years old, and he was engaging in self-mutiliation. I’ve thought a lot about Lesch-Nyhan syndrome. Why would a loving God allow the kind of suffering we see in a Lesch-Nyhan person? Why would God permit a loss of free will in these people? These are tough questions. We tend to see our suffering as a consequence of our own free-will choices. But when the suffering comes from a little glitch in our DNA, how is that compatible with a loving God? I can’t say that I have the answers. Perhaps there is an answer in John, chapter nine, when Christ and his disciples pass by a child who is blind. One of the disciples asks, ‘Master, who sinned that this child was born blind? Was it the child or his parents?’ Christ answered, ‘Neither have sinned. He is blind so that the nature of God might be manifest in him.’ We don’t learn much when life is too easy; God shouts at us in the tough times. Even so, I’m not sure that Christ’s answer makes me comfortable with a child with a genetic disease. I’ve spent way too much time in hospitals with families and patients, putting names to diseases that I couldn’t do a thing about. Who knows what lurks in our DNA?”
Francis Collins stretched out his long frame, sticking his legs out straight, and crossed his sneakers. “Sequencing a gene is one thing, but reading the whole human genome—that could never have been imagined. Between splitting the atom, and going to the moon, and reading the human DNA, I would argue that this last will go down in history as the most important. This simple code, with its amazing properties, which unifies all living forms…” His voice trailed off. “It carries me away.”
RIGHT AROUND THE TIME I spoke with Francis Collins, newspapers reported that the discussions between Celera and the public project had collapsed. It seems that the discussions had been going on via the two main principals, Craig Venter and Francis Collins. The toughest point of disagreement, according to officials at the public project, was that Celera wanted to keep control of intellectual property in the human genome, while Francis Collins and the other leaders of the Human Genome Project were determined to let the information be available to anyone for free. Celera’s stock began to drop.
Then it went into a screaming nosedive. It dropped fifty-seven dollars in a matter of hours, lurching downward. On the floor of the New York Stock Exchange, the traders were holding fistfuls of sell slips for Celera, and nobody wanted to buy the stock. The other genomic stocks crashed in sympathy with Celera. This, in turn, dragged down the NASDAQ, which that day suffered the second-largest point loss in its history.
It was, in fact, a more generalized heart attack affecting the entire American stock market. This was the popping of the Internet stock-market bubble. It ushered in a bear market, a period of years in which the stock market went down or sideways. Not merely Internet stocks were crashing; everything that had anything to do with technology was falling in value. In the end, just about anything that had to do with the Internet was crushed, and many stocks lost 90 to 100 percent of their value. Short sellers—people who profit from the decline of a stock—had encrusted Celera’s stock like locusts. Craig Venter seemed to be one of the forces bringing the stock market down.
“I feel a little like Galileo. I’m expecting a call from the pope any day now, asking me to recant the human genome,” Venter said to me right after Celera’s stock had gone over the lip of Niagara Falls in a barrel. He sounded wired and exhausted. “They offered to have a barbecue with Galileo, right? Look, I’m not likening myself to Galileo in terms of genius, but it is clear that the human genome is the science event of our time. I am going to publish the human genome, and that’s what the threat to the public order is. Our publishing the genome makes a mockery of the fifteen years and billions of dollars the public project has spent on it.”
Venter seemed particularly upset with the British part of the public project. “In my opinion,” he said, “the Wellcome Trust is now trying to justify how, as a private charity, it gave what I think was well over a billion dollars to do just a third of the human genome, largely at the expense of the rest of British medical science. Forty billion dollars was taken out of the biotechnology industry today—that’s how much was lost by investors in all the biotechnology companies. It was money that would pay for cures for cancer, and it was taken off the table, all because some bastards at the Wellcome Trust are trying to cover up their losses.”
I called Michael Morgan, at the Wellcome Trust, to see what he had to say about this. “In hindsight, it is easy to ascribe to us Machiavellian powers that the prince would have been proud of,” he said dryly. “As for the allegation that I’m a bastard, I can easily disprove it using the technology of the Human Genome Project.”
“ONE OF THE THINGS I really like about Craig Venter is that he almost totally lacks tact,” one of his collaborators, a genomic scientist from U.C. Berkeley, Gerald Rubin, told me. “If he thinks you are an idiot, he will say so. I find that way of dealing very enjoyable. Craig is like somebody who’s using the wrong fork at a fancy dinner. He’ll tell you what he thinks of the food, but he won’t even think about what fork he’s using. It was a great collaboration.”
John Sulston, the head of the Sanger Centre, told the BBC that he felt Celera planned to try to get a monopoly on the human DNA. “The emerging truth is absolutely extraordinary,” Sulston said. “They really do intend to establish a complete monopoly position on the human genome for a period of at least five years.” He added, “It’s something of a con job.”
“Sulston essentially called us a fraud. It’s like he’s been bit by a rabid animal,” Venter fumed.
“It’s puzzling. To me, the whole fight defies rational analysis,” Nobel laureate Hamilton Smith said to me, shortly after his net worth had cratered in Celera’s mud slide. (He had continued to drive his ’83 Marquis, so his lifestyle had not been much affected.) “But the publicly funded labs are angry for reasons I can partly understand,” Smith went on. “We took it away from them. We took the big prize away from them, when they thought they would be the team that would do the whole human genome and go down in history. Pure and simple, they hate us.”
AS FOR THE SCIENCE, most biologists seemed enthralled with the sight of the human DNA being decoded and revealed. They felt that a great door was opening and light was shining deep into nature, suggesting the presence of rooms upon rooms that had never been seen before. There was also a clear sense that the door would not have been opened so soon if Craig Venter and Celera had not given it a swift kick.
“We can thank Venter in retrospect,” James Watson said, leaning back and smiling and squinting at the ceiling. “I was worried he could do it, and that would stop public funding of the Human Genome Project…but if an earthquake suddenly rattled through Rockville and destroyed Celera’s computers, it wouldn’t make much difference….” His voice trailed off. He stood up and offered me the door.
Eric Lander, who said he liked Craig Venter personally, told me, “Having the human genome is like having a Landsat map of the earth, compared to a world where the map tapers off into the unknown with the words ‘There be dragons.’ It’s as different a view of human biology as a map of the earth in the fourteen hundreds was compared to a view from space today.” As for the war between Celera and the Human Genome Project, he said it was silly. “At a certain level, it was just boys behaving badly. It happened to be the most important project in science of our time, and it had all the character of a school-yard brawl.”
