Saturday, May 30, 2015


| Op-Ed Contributor NY TIMES

POLICE MUST NOT BLOCK REFORM

By JONATHAN M. SMITH
 
THE decline of public trust in the police we’ve seen after a string of incidents in Ferguson, Mo., Cleveland, New York and Baltimore has many causes. Policies like hot-spot policing and stop-and-frisk searches — outgrowths of the "broken windows" law enforcement strategy — have put enormous pressures on minority and low-income communities. But the role played by police unions in shielding their members from accountability for excessive force has also contributed to the erosion of trust.
Police officers have the authority to use force, including deadly force, though that authority is not unlimited and must be exercised within the bounds of the Constitution. But that authority must be effectively monitored and corrective steps need to be taken when the boundary is crossed.
From 2010 until earlier this year, I served as chief of the special litigation section in the Department of Justice’s Civil Rights Division. During my tenure, we investigated more than 20 police departments. In most cases, we were evaluating whether there had been a pattern of excessive force. The agreement announced this week, which imposes important limits on the use of force by police officers in Cleveland, powerfully illustrates the value of the division’s work.
In many instances, we found that force was much more likely to be used against African-Americans than against whites. We often also saw that police departments’ systems of accountability to address misconduct were inadequate.
These problems were caused, in part, by the police unions’ response to the reforms of the 1960s. In 1967, President Lyndon B. Johnson appointed the Kerner Commission to investigate the causes of the riots that were rocking inner-city areas across America. Its report identified African-American communities’ long-running grievances with police as a key trigger of unrest.
Following the report, police conduct was challenged by civil rights litigation, and a movement for civilian oversight was born. A series of decisions from the Supreme Court defined the constitutional right of protection from excessive force for citizens arrested by police.
The Fraternal Order of Police and other rank-and-file police groups adopted a defensive strategy toward this pressure. They lobbied state legislatures to enact law enforcement "bills of rights" that placed strict limits on accountability.
In big cities, where police unions have political clout, rigid union contracts also restricted the ability of police chiefs and civilian oversight bodies to tackle misconduct. As a result, an officer involved in a shooting often cannot be interviewed at the scene; internal affairs investigators have to wait days to get a statement.
Many police departments allow officers to collaborate on a use-of-force report and permit officers to view bodycam recordings before writing a report to "get the story straight." We found that senior officers rarely questioned a use-of-force report, even if it was incomplete or inconsistent, or used boilerplate language. 
The ability of police departments to review civilian complaints may also be proscribed by union rules. In Portland, Ore., a 2012 Justice Department investigation revealed a process in which two-thirds of complaints were dismissed without inquiry. Those that did get investigated were subject to a six-tier review process that took more than a year to complete. Very few complaints were ever resolved.
The union protections also hamper departments’ ability to audit police conduct. This is critical when officers are involved in shootings. In many cities, we found that relatively few officers were responsible for a majority of use-of-force incidents. Yet cities rarely track the data or look for patterns of misconduct.
There can, of course, be legitimate reasons for a disparity: An officer on a warrant squad, for example, will use force more often than an officer with a quiet neighborhood beat. But internal investigations of deadly force could be so ponderous that in Miami, for example, we found two cases in which an officer was involved in a second fatal shooting before the department had determined whether the first was justified.
I met hundreds of officers in my work. The vast majority are honorable public servants, and many see the need for fundamental change.
Union-negotiated rules are only one barrier to change — and police chiefs sometimes cite union contracts unfairly, as an excuse for inaction. But state laws and collective bargaining agreements must be reformed. Disciplinary procedures should be less complex and rules that limit the effectiveness of civilian oversight must be eliminated. Transparency in police conduct must be the rule.
Reform is good for union members — in fact, the overreach of law enforcement bills of rights and some union contracts have harmed the very officers the contract rules are intended to protect. The obstacles to correcting police misconduct have not only undermined confidence in the police, especially among minorities, but have actually placed officers at greater risk by damaging relations between police departments and communities.
The job of restoring community trust in cities like Cleveland demands sustained effort both by political and police leaders and by regular police officers. The police unions must play their part.☐
Jonathan M. Smith, an associate dean of the law school at the University of the District of Columbia, was a senior litigator in the civil rights division of the Department of Justice.

Friday, May 29, 2015

Bristol's Opdivo cuts risk of lung cancer death for some
Reuters Chicago | By Deena Beasley

Bristol-Myers Squibb Co's drug, Opdivo, improved survival in a trial of patients with the most common form of lung cancer, but it did not work in patients who tested negative for a specific protein in their tumors, leading to a nearly 7 percent sell-off in the company's shares on Friday.
The Phase III trial found that Opdivo, part of a new class of drugs that harness the immune system to fight cancer, reduced by 27 percent the risk of death from advanced non-squamous non-small cell lung cancer (NSCLC), compared with chemotherapy. The benefit reached 60 percent for patients with the highest levels of the PD-L1 protein.
"Opdivo did not work in PD-L1 negative patients," said Amit Roy, an analyst at research group Foveal. "That is nearly half of the non-squamous patients."

He said many investors had expected that the drug might be effective regardless of PD-L1 levels, but the results indicate regulators would likely restrict usage to patients who test positive for the protein.
The Bristol drug was approved by U.S. regulators in December to treat advanced melanoma and competes with Keytruda from Merck & Co Inc. The current approvals for both drugs do not require testing patients for PD-L1.
Investors have been keeping a close eye on Opdivo's performance in lung cancer, the most common form of the disease worldwide, and a far larger market. Opdivo was cleared in March to treat the less-common squamous type of NSCLC. Between 85 percent and 90 percent of all lung cancers are NSCLC, and more than two-thirds of those are the non-squamous type, according to the American Cancer Society.
Bristol shares fell $4.55, or 6.6 percent, to close at $64.60 on the New York Stock Exchange.

This latest trial, presented at the annual meeting of the American Society of Clinical Oncology, involved 582 previously treated patients with non-squamous NSCLC.
"This marks the end of the chemotherapy era in second-line treatment of lung cancer," said Fouad Namouni, who oversees Opdivo development at Bristol-Myers.
He said the company is talking with the Food and Drug Administration about applying to expand approval for Opdivo, or nivolumab, to include advanced non-squamous NSCLC. Bristol is also studying Opdivo on its own and in combination with another immunotherapy called Yervoy as an initial treatment for lung cancer.
The trial results showed median overall survival of 12.2 months for the Opdivo group compared with 9.4 months for patients treated with docetaxel. For the subgroup of patients with high levels of PD-L1, which is used by tumors to evade the body's defenses, median survival exceeded 17 months with Opdivo, compared with 9 months for chemotherapy patients.

One in 10 Opdivo patients in the trial experienced serious side effects, compared with more than half of patients in the chemotherapy group.
Roy said eventual use of rival immunotherapy drugs being developed by Roche Holding AG, AstraZeneca Plc and Pfizer Inc will also likely be restricted based on biomarker levels.
The ASCO conference also featured results from an early-stage study of Opdivo showing that 19 percent of patients with advanced liver cancer responded to the antibody with tumor shrinkage of more than 30 percent.
Researchers said that compares with a response rate of just 2 percent for Nexavar, the only currently approved systemic treatment for advanced liver cancer. Nexavar is produced by subsidiaries of Bayer AG and Amgen Inc
(Editing by Andre Grenon)

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

 Russia masses heavy firepower on border with Ukraine

KHUTOR CHKALOVA, Russia | By Maria Tsvetkova  REUTERS
Tanks are seen on a freight train shortly after its arrival at a railway station in the Russian southern town of Matveev Kurgan, near the Russian-Ukrainian border in Rostov region, Russia, May 26, 2015. Picture taken with a mobile phone.
Russia's army is massing troops and hundreds of pieces of weaponry including mobile rocket launchers, tanks and artillery at a makeshift base near the border with Ukraine, a Reuters reporter saw this week.
Many of the vehicles have number plates and identifying marks removed while many of the servicemen had taken insignia off their fatigues. As such, they match the appearance of some of the forces spotted in eastern Ukraine, which Kiev and its Western allies allege are covert Russian detachments.
The scene at the base on the Kuzminsky firing range, around 50 km (30 miles) from the border, offers some of the clearest evidence to date of what appeared to be a concerted Russian military build-up in the area.
Earlier this month, NATO military commander General Philip Breedlove said he believed the separatists were taking advantage of a ceasefire that came into force in February to re-arm and prepare for a new offensive. However, he gave no specifics.
Russia denies that its military is involved in the conflict in Ukraine's east, where Moscow-backed separatists have been fighting forces loyal to the pro-Western government in Kiev.
Russia's defense ministry said it had no immediate comment about the build-up. Several soldiers said they had been sent to the base for simple military exercises, suggesting their presence was unconnected to the situation in Ukraine.
Asked by Reuters if large numbers of unmarked weaponry and troops without insignia at the border indicated that Russia planned to invade Ukraine, Kremlin spokesman Dmitry Peskov said during a conference call with reporters:
"I find the wording of this question, 'if an invasion is being prepared', inappropriate as such."
The weapons being delivered there included Uragan multiple rocket launchers, tanks and self-propelled howitzers -- all weapon types that have been used in the conflict in eastern Ukraine between Kiev's forces and separatists.
The amount of military hardware at the base was about three times greater than in March this year, when Reuters journalists were previously in the area. At that time, only a few dozen pieces of equipment were in view.
Over the course of fours days starting on Saturday, Reuters saw four goods trains with military vehicles and troops arriving at a rail station in the Rostov region of southern Russia, with at least two trainloads traveling on by road to the base.
A large section of dirt road leading across the steppe from the Kuzminsky range to the Ukrainian border had been freshly repaired, making it more passable for heavy vehicles.
The road leads to a quiet border crossing typically only used by local residents. On the other side is Ukraine's Luhansk region, which is controlled by separatists and has been the scene of intense fighting.
MARCHING ORDERS
Valentina Melnikova, a human rights campaigner who works closely with families of Russian servicemen, said she had information that Rostov region was being used as a staging post for troops on their way to Ukraine.
She said the information came from the mother of a serviceman stationed in the town of Totskoye, in the Orenburg region near Russia's border with Kazakhstan.
Melnikova said the serviceman heard from commanders that "they are going to be transferred to Rostov region after May 20 and then to Ukraine. They signed papers about non-disclosure of information and about acting voluntarily.
"Of course it was an order. How could it be voluntarily? They are servicemen," said Melnikova, who runs the Moscow-based Alliance of Soldiers' Mothers Committees.
Her account could not be independently verified by Reuters.
In some cases where Russian citizens have been captured in Ukraine by forces loyal to Kiev, Russian officials have said they were there of their own accord and were either on leave from the armed forces or had quit the military.
More military hardware trundles into the Matveev Kurgan railway station on goods trains every day.
A train that pulled in on Tuesday was carrying 16 T-72 tanks, and a number of military trucks.
A local woman who was at the station with a pre-school age girl looked at the tanks on flat-bed rail cars, sighed, and said: "Nothing surprises me any more."
Over the four days, trains arrived delivering a total of at least 26 tanks, about 30 Uragan launchers, dozens of trucks as well as several armored personnel carriers and self-propelled howitzers.
On two occasions, after the trains had been unloaded, reporters followed the column of vehicles to the firing range -- a location that has already been linked indirectly to the fighting in Ukraine.
Bellingcat, a British-based group of volunteers who use social media to investigate conflicts, analyzed postings by Russian soldiers on social network accounts, including geo-location tags on photos, and concluded that some of those in Ukraine had earlier been at the Kuzminsky range.
A former Russian soldier said last year, when he was on active military service, that he underwent training at the range and was later sent up to the Ukrainian border. Once at the border he was ordered to fire Grad rockets, although he said he could not be certain they were fired into Ukraine. He also said some members of his unit had crossed into Ukraine.
"That's a very big firing range. We studied for two weeks, we had a quick course. After that we got the order and went to the border," said the former soldier, who did not want to be identified because the operation has not been made public.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Anne Meara, Comedian and Actress, Dies at 85
By PETER KEEPNEWS NY TIMES
Anne Meara, who became famous as half of one of the most successful male-female comedy teams of all time and went on to enjoy a long and diverse career as an actress and, late in life, a playwright, died on Saturday in Manhattan. She was 85.
Her death was confirmed by her husband and longtime comedy partner, Jerry Stiller, and her son, the actor and director Ben Stiller. They did not provide the cause.
Ms. Meara was an experienced but relatively unknown stage actress when she joined forces with Jerry Stiller, as members of the Compass Players, an improvisational theater troupe that evolved into Second City (where another male-female team, Mike Nichols and Elaine May, had gotten their start), and later on their own as Stiller and Meara. The duo began performing in New York nightclubs in 1961 and within a year had become a national phenomenon.
But even during the heyday of Stiller and Meara, Ms. Meara also pursued a separate career as an actress. She had already amassed an impressive list of stage credits before beginning her comedy career, including an Obie Award-winning performance in "Mädchen in Uniform" in 1955 and roles in several Shakespeare in the Park productions. (She was a witch in "Macbeth" in 1957.)
She later appeared both on and off Broadway, in films, and especially on television, where she was seen on a wide range of series, from "Rhoda" and "Archie Bunker’s Place" on CBS to "Sex and the City" and "Oz" on HBO.
A tall redhead with a brassy voice and a self-confident demeanor, Ms. Meara was a natural for comedy but frequently played dramatic parts as well. "Comedy, drama, it’s the same deal," she said in an interview for the Archive of American Television in 2008. "You don’t really act differently; you just make adjustments."
Anne Meara was born in Brooklyn on Sept. 20, 1929, and raised in Rockville Centre on Long Island. An only child, she was the daughter of Edward Meara, a lawyer, and the former Mary Dempsey, who committed suicide when her daughter was 11. After studying for a year at the Dramatic Workshop at the New School in Manhattan, Anne began her career in summer stock in 1948.
She met Mr. Stiller in 1953 and married him soon after, but it would be some time before they began working as a team. The idea, they both agreed, was his; she did not think of herself as a comedian, but because work was scarce she reluctantly agreed.
"Jerry started us being a comedy team," she said in 2008. "He always thought I would be a great comedy partner. At that time in my life, I disdained comedians."
In the 1960s Stiller and Meara were regular guests on the variety and talk shows of Ed Sullivan and many others, and performed in nightclubs all over the country. In the 1970s their voices were heard on radio commercials for Blue Nun wine and other products.
Ms. Meara and Mr. Stiller’s relationship was the basis for their best-known comedy routines, which told the continuing story of Hershey Horowitz and Mary Elizabeth Doyle, a short Jewish man and a tall Catholic woman who had virtually nothing in common except their love for each other.
On their first date, arranged by a computer, Hershey and Mary Elizabeth were surprised to learn that they lived on the same block but knew none of the same people. (There was one significant difference between the real-life couple and the comedy version: Ms. Meara, though born and raised Roman Catholic, converted to Judaism in 1961.)
By the end of the decade, Mr. Stiller and Ms. Meara were both concentrating on their individual careers, but they continued to perform together from time to time. She made several guest appearances on the sitcom "The King of Queens," on which Mr. Stiller (who had also memorably played Frank Costanza on "Seinfeld") was a regular; her character married his in the series finale in 2007.
In 2010 they began appearing in a series of web videos produced by their son in which they sat on a couch and talked, to the camera and occasionally to each other, about a variety of topics.
In 1975 Ms. Meara starred in "Kate McShane," an hourlong drama about a lawyer that, despite generally good reviews, was canceled after two months. "They never really made her a full-blooded woman," she said of her character in 2008. "She had no love life; she was really a nun."
That was her only starring role on television, but she kept busy in a range of supporting roles on the small screen well into the 21st century. In addition to her prodigious prime-time work, she appeared occasionally on the soap opera "All My Children" in the 1990s. During her career, she was nominated for four Emmy Awards and won a Writers Guild Award as a co-writer for "The Other Woman," a 1983 TV movie.
She had memorable character parts in movies as well, including a teacher in "Fame" (1980) and a personnel manager in "Reality Bites" (1994), Ben Stiller’s feature-film directorial debut. Onstage, she was in the original Off Broadway production of John Guare’s dark comedy "The House of Blue Leaves" in 1971 — her son had a small role in the 1986 Broadway revival and the lead role in a second revival, in 2011 — and she was nominated for a Tony for "Anna Christie" in 1993.
In addition to her husband and her son, Ms. Meara is survived by a daughter, the actress and comedian Amy Stiller, and two grandchildren.
Ms. Meara branched out into writing in 1995, when her comedy "After-Play" was presented Off Broadway. Her "Down the Garden Paths" had a brief Off Broadway run in 2000, with a cast headed by Eli Wallach and Anne Jackson.
"After-Play" has been produced by a number of regional theaters, sometimes with both Ms. Meara and Mr. Stiller in the cast. But neither of them was in the original cast, and she did not conceive it as a Stiller and Meara vehicle.
"I wanted to do something on my own," she told The New York Times in 1995. "It’s the same way he feels good about doing ‘Seinfeld.’ The irony is, I feel we’re closer personally than when we were out going to nightclubs."

Friday, May 15, 2015

 B. B. King, Defining Bluesman for Generations, Dies at 89


By TIM WEINER The NY Times

 



 
 
B. B. King, whose world-weary voice and wailing guitar lifted him from the cotton fields of Mississippi to a global stage and the apex of American blues, died on Thursday at his home in Las Vegas. He was 89.
John Fudenberg, the coroner of Clark County, Nev., said the cause was a series of small strokes attributable to Type 2 diabetes, The Associated Press reported. Mr. King, who was in hospice care, had been in poor health but had continued to perform until October, when he canceled a tour, citing dehydration and exhaustion stemming from the diabetes.
Mr. King married country blues to big-city rhythms and created a sound instantly recognizable to millions: a stinging guitar with a shimmering vibrato, notes that coiled and leapt like an animal, and a voice that groaned and bent with the weight of lust, longing and lost love.
"I wanted to connect my guitar to human emotions," Mr. King said in his autobiography, "Blues All Around Me" (1996), written with David Ritz.
In performances, his singing and his solos flowed into each other as he wrung notes from the neck of his guitar, vibrating his hand as if it were wounded, his face a mask of suffering. Many of the songs he sang - like his biggest hit, "The Thrill Is Gone" ("I'll still live on/But so lonely I'll be") - were poems of pain and perseverance.
The music historian Peter Guralnick once noted that Mr. King helped expand the audience for the blues through "the urbanity of his playing, the absorption of a multiplicity of influences, not simply from the blues, along with a graciousness of manner and willingness to adapt to new audiences and give them something they were able to respond to."
B. B. stood for Blues Boy, a name he took with his first taste of fame in the 1940s. His peers were bluesmen like Muddy Waters and Howlin' Wolf, whose nicknames fit their hard-bitten lives. But he was born a King, albeit in a shack surrounded by dirt-poor sharecroppers and wealthy landowners.
Mr. King went out on the road and never came back after one of his first recordings reached the top of the rhythm-and-blues charts in 1951. He began in juke joints, country dance halls and ghetto nightclubs, playing 342 one-night stands in 1956 and 200 to 300 shows a year for a half-century thereafter, rising to concert halls, casino main stages and international acclaim.
He was embraced by rock 'n' roll fans of the 1960s and '70s, who remained loyal as they grew older together. His playing influenced many of the most successful rock guitarists of the era, including Eric Clapton and Jimi Hendrix.
 
Mr. King considered a 1968 performance at the Fillmore West, the San Francisco rock palace, to have been the moment of his commercial breakthrough, he told a public-television interviewer in 2003. A few years earlier, he recalled, an M.C. in an elegant Chicago club had introduced him thus: "O.K., folks, time to pull out your chitlin's and your collard greens, your pigs' feet and your watermelons, because here is B. B. King." It had infuriated him.
 
When he saw "longhaired white people" lining up outside the Fillmore, he said, he told his road manager, "I think they booked us in the wrong place." Then the promoter Bill Graham introduced him to the sold-out crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the chairman of the board, B. B. King."
"Everybody stood up, and I cried," Mr. King said. . "That was the beginning of it."
By his 80th birthday he was a millionaire many times over. He owned a mansion in Las Vegas, a closet full of embroidered tuxedos and smoking jackets, a chain of nightclubs bearing his name (including a popular room on West 42nd Street in Manhattan) and the personal and professional satisfaction of having endured.
 
Through it all he remained with the great love of his life, his guitar. He told the tale a thousand times: He was playing a dance hall in Twist, Ark., in the early 1950s when two men got into a fight and knocked over a kerosene stove. Mr. King fled the fire - and then remembered his $30 guitar. He ran into the burning building to rescue it.
He learned thereafter that the fight had been about a woman named Lucille. For the rest of his life, Mr. King addressed his guitars - big Gibsons, curved like a woman's hips - as Lucille.
He married twice, unsuccessfully, and was legally single from 1966 onward; by his own account he fathered 15 children with 15 women. But a Lucille was always at his side.
Riley B. King (the middle initial apparently did not stand for anything) was born on Sept. 16, 1925, to Albert and Nora Ella King, sharecroppers in Berclair, Miss., a hamlet outside the small town of Itta Bena in the Mississippi Delta. His memories of the Depression included the sound of sanctified gospel music, the scratch of 78 r.p.m. blues records, the sweat of dawn-to-dusk work and the sight of a black man lynched by a white mob.
By early 1940 Mr. King's mother was dead and his father was gone. He was 14 and on his own, "sharecropping an acre of cotton, living on a borrowed allowance of $2.50 a month," wrote Dick Waterman, a blues scholar. "When the crop was harvested, Riley ended his first year of independence owing his landlord $7.54."
In November 1941 came a revelation: "King Biscuit Time" went on the air, broadcasting on KFFA, a radio station in Helena, Ark. It was the first radio show to feature the Mississippi Delta blues, and young Riley King heard it on his lunch break at the plantation. A largely self-taught guitarist, he now knew what he wanted to be when he grew up: a musician on the air.
 
The King Biscuit show featured Rice Miller, a primeval bluesman and one of two performers who worked under the name Sonny Boy Williamson. After serving in the Army and marrying his first wife, Martha Denton, Mr. King, then 22, went to seek him out in Memphis, looking for work. Memphis and its musical hub, Beale Street, lay 130 miles north of his birthplace, and it looked like a world capital to him.
Mr. Miller had two performances booked that night, one in Memphis and one in Mississippi. He handed the lower-paying nightclub job to Mr. King. It paid $12.50.
Mr. King was making about $5 a day on the plantation. He never returned to his tractor.
He was a hit, and quickly became a popular disc jockey playing the blues on a Memphis radio station, WDIA. "Before Memphis," he wrote in his autobiography, "I never even owned a record player. Now I was sitting in a room with a thousand records and the ability to play them whenever I wanted. I was the kid in the candy store, able to eat it all. I gorged myself."
 
Memphis had heard five decades of the blues: country sounds from the Delta, barrelhouse boogie-woogie, jumps and shuffles and gospel shouts. Mr. King made it all his own. From records he absorbed the big-band sounds of Count Basie, the rollicking jump blues of Louis Jordan, the electric-guitar styles of the jazzman Charlie Christian and the bluesman T-Bone Walker.
He began a tour of the biggest stages a bluesman could play: the Apollo Theater in Harlem, the Howard Theater in Washington, the Royal Theater in Baltimore. By the time his wife divorced him after eight years, he was playing 275 one-night stands a year on the so-called chitlin' circuit.
There were hard times when the blues fell out of fashion with young black audiences in the early 1960s. Mr. King never forgot being booed at the Royal by teenagers who cheered the sweeter sounds of Sam Cooke.
"They didn't know about the blues," he said 40 years after the fact. "They had been taught that the blues was the bottom of the totem pole, done by slaves, and they didn't want to think along those lines."
Mr. King's second marriage, to Sue Hall, also lasted eight years, ending in divorce in 1966. He responded in 1969 with his best-known recording, "The Thrill Is Gone," a minor-key blues about having loved and lost. It was originally recorded in 1951 by Roy Hawkins, one of its writers, but Mr. King made it his own.
Mr. King is survived by 11 children. Three of them had recently petitioned to take over his affairs, asserting that Mr. King's manager, Laverne Toney, was taking advantage of him. A Las Vegas judge rejected their petition this month.
The success of "The Thrill Is Gone" coincided with a surge in the popularity of the blues with a young white audience. Mr. King began playing folk festivals and college auditoriums, rock shows and resort clubs, and appearing on "The Tonight Show."

Though he never had another hit that big, he had more than four decades of the road before him. He eventually played the world - Russia and China as well as Europe and Japan. His schedule around his 81st birthday, in September 2006, included nine cities over two weeks in Denmark, Belgium, the Netherlands, Germany, France and Luxembourg.
In addition to winning 15 Grammy Awards (including a lifetime achievement award), having a star on Hollywood Boulevard and being inducted in both the Rock and Roll and Blues Halls of Fame, Mr. King was among the recipients of Kennedy Center Honors in 1995 and was given the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2006, awards rarely associated with the blues. In 1999, in a public conversation with William Ferris, chairman of the National Endowment for the Humanities, Mr. King recounted how he came to sing the blues.
"Growing up on the plantation there in Mississippi, I would work Monday through Saturday noon," he said. "I'd go to town on Saturday afternoons, sit on the street corner, and I'd sing and play.
"I'd have me a hat or box or something in front of me. People that would request a gospel song would always be very polite to me, and they'd say: 'Son, you're mighty good. Keep it up. You're going to be great one day.' But they never put anything in the hat.
"But people that would ask me to sing a blues song would always tip me and maybe give me a beer. They always would do something of that kind. Sometimes I'd make 50 or 60 dollars one Saturday afternoon. Now you know why I'm a blues singer."
 


 

The Plot Against Trains

By Adam Gopnik The New Yorker
 

Credit PHOTOGRAPH BY ELLIOTT ERWITT/MAGNUM

The horrific Amtrak derailment outside Philadelphia this week set off some predictable uncertainty about what exactly had happened—a reckless motorman? An inadequate track? A missing mechanical device? Some combination of them all?—and an even more vibrant set of arguments about the failure of Americans to build any longer for the common good. Everyone agrees that our rail system is frail and accident-prone: one tragedy can end the service up and down the entire path from Boston to Washington, and beyond, for days on end. And everyone knows that American infrastructure—what used to be called our public works, or just our bridges and railways, once the envy of the world—has now been stripped bare, and is being stripped ever barer.
What is less apparent, perhaps, is that the will to abandon the public way is not some failure of understanding, or some nearsighted omission by shortsighted politicians. It is part of a coherent ideological project. As I wrote a few years ago, in a piece on the literature of American declinism, "The reason we don’t have beautiful new airports and efficient bullet trains is not that we have inadvertently stumbled upon stumbling blocks; it’s that there are considerable numbers of Americans for whom these things are simply symbols of a feared central government, and who would, when they travel, rather sweat in squalor than surrender the money to build a better terminal." The ideological rigor of this idea, as absolute in its way as the ancient Soviet conviction that any entering wedge of free enterprise would lead to the destruction of the Soviet state, is as instructive as it is astonishing. And it is part of the folly of American "centrism" not to recognize that the failure to run trains where we need them is made from conviction, not from ignorance.
There is a popular notion at large, part of a sort of phantom "bi-partisan" centrist conviction, that the degradation of American infrastructure, exemplified by the backwardness of our trains and airports, too, is a failure of the American political system. We all should know that it is bad to have our trains crowded and wildly inefficient—as Michael Tomasky points out, fifty years ago, the train from New York to Washington was much faster than it is now—but we lack the political means or will to cure the problem. In fact, this is a triumph of our political system, for what is politics but a way of enforcing ideological values over merely rational ones? If we all agreed on common economic welfare and pursued it logically, we would not need politics at all: we could outsource our problems to a sort of Saint-Simonian managerial class, which would do the job for us.
What an ideology does is give you reasons not to pursue your own apparent rational interest—and this cuts both ways, including both wealthy people in New York who, out of social conviction, vote for politicians who are more likely to raise their taxes, and poor people in the South who vote for those devoted to cutting taxes on incomes they can never hope to earn. There is no such thing as false consciousness. There are simply beliefs that make us sacrifice one piece of self-evident interest for some other, larger principle.
What we have, uniquely in America, is a political class, and an entire political party, devoted to the idea that any money spent on public goods is money misplaced, not because the state goods might not be good but because they would distract us from the larger principle that no ultimate good can be found in the state. Ride a fast train to Washington today and you’ll start thinking about national health insurance tomorrow.
The ideology of individual autonomy is, for good or ill, so powerful that it demands cars where trains would save lives, just as it places assault weapons in private hands, despite the toll they take in human lives. Trains have to be resisted, even if it means more pollution and massive inefficiency and falling ever further behind in the amenities of life—what Olmsted called our "commonplace civilization."
Part of this, of course, is the ancient—and yet, for most Americans, oddly beclouded—reality that the constitutional system is rigged for rural interests over urban ones. The Senate was designed to make this happen, even before we had big cities, and no matter how many people they contain or what efficient engines of prosperity they are. Mass transit goes begging while farm subsidies flourish.
But the bias against the common good goes deeper, into the very cortex of the imagination. This was exemplified by New Jersey Governor Chris Christie’s decision, a few short years ago, to cancel the planned train tunnel under the Hudson. No good reason could be found for this—most of the money would have been supplied by the federal government, it was obviously in the long-term interests of the people of New Jersey, and it was exactly the kind of wise thing that, a hundred years ago, allowed the region to blossom. Christie was making what was purely a gesture toward the national Republican Party, in the same spirit as supporting a right-to-life amendment. We won’t build a tunnel for trains we obviously need because, if we did, people would use it and then think better of the people who built it. That is the logic in a nutshell, and logic it seems to be, until you get to its end, when it becomes an absurdity. As Paul Krugman wrote, correctly, about the rail-tunnel follies, "in general, the politicians who make the loudest noise about taking care of future generations, taking the long view, etc., are the ones who are in fact most irresponsible about public investments."
 
This week’s tragedy also, perhaps, put a stop for a moment to the license for mocking those who use the train—mocking Amtrak’s northeast "corridor" was a standard subject not just for satire, which everyone deserves, but also for sneering, which no one does. For the prejudice against trains is not a prejudice against an élite but against a commonality. The late Tony Judt, who was hardly anyone’s idea of a leftist softy, devoted much of his last, heroic work, written in conditions of near-impossible personal suffering, to the subject of … trains: trains as symbols of the public good, trains as a triumph of the liberal imagination, trains as the "symbol and symptom of modernity," and modernity at its best. "The railways were the necessary and natural accompaniment to the emergence of civil society," he wrote. "They are a collective project for individual benefit … something that the market cannot accomplish, except, on its own account of itself, by happy inadvertence. … If we lose the railways we shall not just have lost a valuable practical asset. We shall have acknowledged that we have forgotten how to live collectively."
Trains take us places together. (You can read good books on them, too.) Every time you ride one, you look outside, and you look inside, and you can’t help but think about the private and the public in a new way. As Judt wrote, the railroad represents neither the fearsome state nor the free individual. A train is a small society, headed somewhere more or less on time, more or less together, more or less sharing the same window, with a common view and a singular destination.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Lighting the Brain

Karl Deisseroth and the optogenetics breakthrough.

By John Colapinto The New Yorker

By rendering individual neurons photosensitive, Deisseroth’s technique brings a once unthinkable level of precision and control to experiments designed to determine how the brain processes information and drives behavior. Credit Photograph by Ioulex On a recent Friday morning, a gray-haired woman whom I will call Sally arrived for an appointment with Karl Deisseroth, a psychiatrist and a neuroscientist in the bioengineering department at Stanford University. Sally, now in her sixties, had suffered since childhood from major depression, and had tried the standard treatments: counselling, medication, even electroconvulsive therapy. Nothing helped. She had spent much of her adult life in bed, and had twice attempted suicide. Seven years ago, she was referred to Deisseroth, who uses a combination of unusual medications and brain stimulation to treat autism and severe depression. He accepts only patients for whom all other treatments have failed.

On Deisseroth’s advice, a surgeon implanted beneath Sally’s left collarbone a small, battery-powered device that regularly sends bursts of electricity into the vagus nerve, which carries the signal into a deep-brain structure that doctors think regulates mood. Originally developed for epilepsy, vagus-nerve stimulation (VNS) has been approved by the Food and Drug Administration for use in the kind of treatment-resistant depression from which Sally suffers, but the exact reason for its effectiveness is not understood. Sally says that VNS has transformed her life, and that, apart from one period of "going pancake," she has experienced just a few "dips."

She seemed to be in one of those dips when she took a seat facing Deisseroth. "There’s just so much going on," she said. She had recently suffered a blackout, which her physician thought might be related to a drop in blood pressure, and she had decided, reluctantly, to stop driving until she understood why it had happened. Walking was hard, too; she was scheduled to have knee surgery soon, but it frightened her.

"Well, that’s a lot to think about," Deisseroth said. He spoke quietly but with a positive lilt, countering the downward tug of Sally’s mood. "Not super-low blood pressure," he said, scanning her chart. "So that’s actually not as concerning as I thought." Of her decision to suspend driving, he said, "That is smart while it’s being figured out." He added, "You’re still socializing, I see—which is very important."

She was not mollified. "Mood’s been down," she said. "Just spiralling down." She mentioned insomnia, bad dreams, low appetite.

"No suicidal thoughts?" he asked.

"Mmm, no," she said. With sudden urgency, she asked to have the VNS current increased: "Can we please go up to 1.5?" She had been receiving 1.2 milliamps every five minutes for thirty seconds, but was no longer able to feel the effects.

"You’re tolerating the device very well," Deisseroth said, after some discussion. "I think we can go up a little."

He handed her a programming wand, which looked a little like a Wii remote. She placed the broad, flat end against her left collarbone, over the implant. Deisseroth took from his desk what appeared to be a smartphone—a controller for the wand—and thumbed the screen as if tapping out a text. The wand emitted a trilling tone. "I can feel it," she said.

"But you’re not coughing," he said. "That’s good."

Problems with the throat are not the only side effects of VNS. Cells outside the targeted treatment area can be roused, affecting cognition. After increasing the voltage, Deisseroth asked Sally that day’s date and the counties she’d travelled through to get to his office, and to count backward from a hundred by sevens. She performed all the tasks. "Good," he said. "Flawless cognition."

In the course of the next few minutes, Sally underwent a remarkable change. Her frown disappeared, and she became cheerful, describing the pleasure she’d had during the past Christmas holiday and recounting how she had recently watched some YouTube videos of Deisseroth. ("The N.I.H. in June—your demeanor behind the podium is, like, Wow! Very strong.") She was still smiling and talking when the session ended and Deisseroth walked her out to the reception area.

Later, Deisseroth told me that Sally’s response to the treatment was good evidence for the efficacy of VNS. But it also provided valuable insight for Deisseroth in his work as a neuroscientist. "When I’m sitting in front of a patient and hearing what they’re feeling, it concentrates the mind wonderfully," he says. "It’s a source of hypothesis, a source of ideas."

"First time, long time."Buy the print » For much of the history of brain research, it has been nearly impossible to accurately test ideas about how the brain works. "When we have the complexity of any biological system—but particularly the brain—where do you start?" Deisseroth says. Among scientists, he is best known for his development of optogenetics, a technology that renders individual, highly specific brain cells photosensitive and then activates those cells using flashes of light delivered through a fibre-optic wire. Optogenetics has given researchers unprecedented access to the workings of the brain, allowing them not only to observe its precise neural circuitry in lab animals but to control behavior through the direct manipulation of specific cells. Deisseroth, one of the rare neuroscientists who are also practicing psychiatrists, has made mental illness a major focus of his optogenetic research. Other scientists around the world are using the method to investigate some of the most stubborn riddles of neuroscience, including the fundamental question of how the physical brain—the nearly hundred billion neurons and their multitudinous connections—gives rise to the mind: thought, mood, behavior, emotion.

In the late seventeen-hundreds, the Italian physician Luigi Galvani noticed that static electricity could induce a dead frog’s leg to move. For the first time, scientists understood that the nervous system operates under the influence of electrical activity. But it was not until the nineteen-twenties that a Swiss researcher, Walter R. Hess, using implanted wires to stimulate the brains of cats, showed that emotion and behavior also arise from electrical impulses in the brain. By stimulating various brain regions, Hess induced different reactions: for example, a cat could be made to show the defensiveness it might otherwise display when confronted by a dog.

In the nineteen-fifties, a Spanish physiologist at Yale, José Manuel Rodriguez Delgado, conducted experiments with electrodes implanted in the brains of human subjects, using a device he had invented, called a "stimoceiver," a half-dollar-size electrode operated by remote control. Delgado used the stimoceiver in some twenty-five patients, most of them epileptics and schizophrenics in a Rhode Island mental hospital, and reported that it was "possible to induce a large variety of responses, from motor effects to emotional reactions and intellectual manifestations." The experiments sparked outrage when they were made public, and Delgado returned to Spain.

The ethical concerns inherent in implanting electrodes in human brains gave way, in the early nineteen-nineties, to the adoption of a wholly noninvasive brain-imaging technology: functional magnetic resonance imaging, or fMRI. It was instrumental in bolstering the theory that the brain is divided into discrete regions responsible for different aspects of behavior. The technology uses powerful magnets to detect changes in blood flow in the brain in subjects who are exposed to various stimuli—images, sounds, thoughts. Activated regions can be presented on a screen as luminous blobs of color. But fMRI has severe limitations. There is a time lag, and different neuronal events that happen a second or more apart can blur together when the excited area appears onscreen—a liability in studying an organ that works at millisecond speed. Nor can fMRI reveal what brain cells are actually doing. The technique registers activity only at the scale of hundreds of thousands of neurons, and a lit-up area might represent any number of neural processes. Given this lack of precision, even some of fMRI’s defenders offer faint praise. Nancy Kanwisher, of M.I.T., who has done groundbreaking work to isolate a brain region implicated in face recognition, says, "The real miracle of fMRI is that we ever see anything at all."

To analyze the role of small groups of neurons, scientists have relied on a method not unlike the one that Hess used with his cats: stimulating targeted brain areas, in experimental animals, with thin electrodes. Because electrodes spread current through brain tissue, stimulating activity in unwanted areas, researchers use a drug to suppress neural activity. But the method is cumbersome and time-consuming.

In 2005, Deisseroth published his first paper on what came to be known as optogenetics. Because the technology permits researchers not only to trigger the activity of cells at the speed that the brain actually works but also to target cells in regions, like the amygdala, where there are mixed populations of hundreds of kinds of cells, optogenetics offers a previously unthinkable level of experimental precision. At present, optogenetics can be used only on animals like mice and rats, whose brain functions associated with elemental emotions, like fear and anxiety and reward, are similar to those in humans. But Deisseroth’s work with patients like Sally, whose VNS implant allows him to control emotions and behavior, hints at what may one day be possible.

Christof Koch, the chief scientific officer of the Allen Institute for Brain Science, in Seattle, calls optogenetics one of the most momentous developments in neuroscience in the past hundred and sixty years—from the original dye-staining of cell types, in the late nineteenth century, through the use of electrodes, in the fifties and sixties, to the advent of fMRI. "Optogenetics is the fourth wave," Koch told me. "I can now begin to intervene in the network of the brain in a very delicate, deliberate, and specific way." Experiments have shed light on many brain functions, including learning, memory, metabolism, hunger, sleep, reward, motivation, fear, smell, and touch.

Optogenetics was a major spur to the Obama Administration’s announcement, in 2013, of the BRAIN Initiative, a three-hundred-million-dollar program for developing technologies to treat such neurological ailments as Alzheimer’s disease, autism, schizophrenia, and traumatic brain injury. Deisseroth was part of the working group that created the Initiative and has vetted grant applications for it.

Deisseroth, who is forty-three, has dark hair that falls into droopy eyes. His voice rarely rises above a murmur, and he comes across as unusually easygoing for someone who developed a transformative neuroscience technology before he was forty. The Stanford neuroscientist Rob Malenka, who oversaw Deisseroth’s postdoctoral work, told me that in some ways he underestimated his trainee. "I knew he was really smart. I didn’t appreciate that underneath that laid-back, almost surfer-dude kind of persona is this intense creative and intellectual drive, this intense passion for discovery. He almost hides it by his presentation."

"Oh, sorry—I think I just butt-summoned you."Buy the print » Dressed in his usual T-shirt, jeans, and scuffed leather jacket, driving around campus in a dented gray Chevy pickup, Deisseroth could be mistaken for a slightly shambolic creative-writing professor. His initial dream, in fact, was to write. He took writing courses as an undergraduate, and when he was a graduate student in both medicine and neuroscience at Stanford he took a fiction-writing class that met two nights a week at a junior college nearby. He remains an avid reader of fiction and poetry, and he is polishing a book of short stories and essays loosely inspired by Primo Levi’s "The Periodic Table." Deisseroth says that he perceives a connection between scientific inquiry and creative writing: "In writing, it’s seeing the truth—trying to get to the heart of things with words and images and ideas. And sometimes you have to try to find unusual ways of getting to it." His fiction bears little resemblance to the technical prose of his neuroscience papers. In a short story describing his first encounter with a schizoaffective patient as a medical intern, Deisseroth wrote that the man’s disordered speech was "Finnegans Wake on the psych ward," a "soliloquy of suffering" that evoked "science and art together, not in parallel but as actually the same idea, fused, as if I were hearing a Gerard Manley Hopkins poem on neurobiology."

One morning, when I was scheduled to meet Deisseroth in Palo Alto, I found him standing at the curb with an elderly motorist who had just added a fresh dent to the back of Deisseroth’s truck. The man was agitated. After unhurriedly talking him into a state of calm, then exchanging phone numbers, Deisseroth climbed into the driver’s seat, nudged aside some teething rings (he has three children under the age of six, along with an eighteen-year-old son from an earlier marriage), and asked if I’d slept well. He seemed to have put the accident entirely behind him—even though it had made him late for an important meeting. Many people, I said, would still be discombobulated. "Like those poker players who have a bad hand at the beginning of the night and can’t get back on track?" he said, with a smile. "They call it being ‘on tilt.’ "

Deisseroth seems never to be on tilt. He attributes this partly to his psychiatric training: "Those nights on call where there are five emergencies, you’ve got a patient in restraints in the E.R., where they need you immediately, patients up on the psychiatry floor, where someone punched a nurse—you develop a little bit of a ‘just get through it one thing at a time.’ " His unusual calm has allowed him to compartmentalize competing demands (fatherhood, marriage, neuroscience, literary endeavors, clinical psychiatry, speaking appearances at dozens of conferences a year), so that he can think through complex problems. He told me that, while many people find that walking or jogging shakes ideas loose from the subconscious, he needs to quell all physical activity. "Otherwise, I get this disruption from the motor cortex," he said. "I have to be totally still." Ideas come floating up "like a bubble in liquid." At that point, he goes into an excitable motor state, pacing or scribbling down ideas.

His wife, Michelle Monje—a neuroscientist who specializes in pediatric brain cancer—has seen the process in action often. "He had this idea of controlling specific brain cells years before actually being able to accomplish it," she says. "It was so out there. Like, ‘Yeah, that would be great—if it worked.’ "

Deisseroth was born in Boston, but he grew up all around the country as his father, a hematologist-oncologist, followed a series of postings from Boston to Potomac, Houston, and Marin County. His mother taught high-school physics and chemistry; the elder of his two sisters is an orthopedic surgeon, the younger a clinical psychologist. Deisseroth loved reading—he recalls riding his bike with a book open on the handlebars, and crashing into parked cars—but he was also a classic science kid. "I stopped and looked at bugs and thought about how they were making their decisions," he says. "And I inspected roadkill with great intensity."

He was in the third grade when he learned that his own brain functioned in an unusual way. A teacher asked the class to choose a poem to recite from memory. Deisseroth opened his reader, looked at a page containing "The Road Not Taken," and put his hand up. When the teacher explained that he needed to memorize the poem first, he said that he already had, and recited it. The teacher, disbelieving, spent the rest of the class calling on him to quickly glance at a poem and then recite it. "It kind of turned into a circus act," Deisseroth says.

He remains a preternaturally fast and retentive reader. At a recent conference, he attended a talk by David and Nic Sheff, the father-and-son authors of the addiction memoirs "Beautiful Boy" and "Tweak." In the course of an hour, while listening to the two men, Deisseroth read both books in their entirety. He does not use the standard techniques of speed-reading but, instead, sees printed pages "in blocks," he says, and instantly "fills in gaps." Colleagues suggest that this ability helped Deisseroth to acquire the wide-ranging knowledge necessary for the development of optogenetics, which required a working familiarity with virology, optics, animal behavior, genetics, 3-D imaging, microbiology, materials science, and chemistry.

Deisseroth graduated from high school at sixteen and won a scholarship to Harvard, where he planned to major in creative writing. Instead, he ended up getting a degree in biochemistry, and was admitted, at the age of twenty, to Stanford’s combined M.D. and Ph.D. program. Motivated by a desire to better understand human nature, he decided to pursue his Ph.D. in neuroscience. "I didn’t come in by asking, ‘How many bits per second can flow through a pathway?’ " he says. "I came in—maybe from the literature exposure—wanting to know where feeling came from. How you could be uplifted by words. How imagination worked."

"Yes, I was asleep. But it was a vigilant sleep."Buy the print » For his Ph.D., he studied how activity at the synapses of neurons affects the nucleus and influences gene expression, a highly specialized subject but one that is central to an important aspect of being human: memory. "There was all this evidence coming out that changes in gene expression were important for things like long-term-memory storage," Rob Malenka says. "Karl—in what I now understand was his typical way—was asking, ‘What’s a big question, a big topic that hasn’t been adequately addressed?’ " Deisseroth’s dissertation, which he completed in 1998, spawned papers in the journals Neuron and Nature.

Deisseroth had initially planned to become a neurosurgeon, but he changed his mind after doing a mandatory four-week rotation in psychiatry, where his first patient was the schizoaffective man whose speech he compared, in his short story, to "Finnegans Wake." Deisseroth prescribed strong antipsychotic and mood-stabilizing medications, but the man remained too overcome by the disorder to leave the psych ward. Deisseroth was both disappointed and fascinated. "It was the unknown that grabbed me," he says. "I knew how far we were from a glimmer of understanding."

During his residency, he struggled to reconcile his lab research with the ailing people he talked with on the ward. Malenka recalls, "He’d spend all day seeing patients, then rush over to my lab and spend four or five hours running experiments." He was frustrated that psychiatry’s view of the most intractable disorders—severe depression, schizophrenia, autism—was limited by a fundamental lack of understanding of how the brain works. "A cardiologist can explain a damaged heart muscle to a patient," Deisseroth told me. "With depression, you cannot say what it really is. People can give drugs of different kinds, put electrodes in and stimulate different parts of the brain and see changed behavior—but there is no tissue-level understanding." He added, "That problem has framed everything. How do we build the tools to keep the tissue intact but let us see and control what’s going on?"

In 1979, Francis Crick, the co-discoverer of the double helix, published an article in Scientific American in which he laid out his hopes for the future of brain science. Neuroscientists were already routinely using electrodes to stimulate the brain, but Crick, noting the method’s imprecision, called for a tool that would allow researchers to turn specific neurons on and off, while leaving other cell types untouched. In a later paper, he suggested a way to achieve it: "This seems rather far-fetched, but it is conceivable that molecular biologists could engineer a particular cell type to be sensitive to light."

It turned out that the key to engineering such a cell had already been discovered, in the early seventies, when a German biochemist named Dieter Oesterhelt described the first microbial opsin. Opsins are light-sensitive proteins found in the photoreceptors of the eye, among other places in nature. Oesterhelt’s opsin was from a single-celled bacteria that lives in highly saline lakes in Egypt and Kenya, and survives its harsh environment by converting light into energy. Oesterhelt’s discovery prompted a wave of research in labs around the world, but no one supposed that genes from a single-celled bacteria could be transported across billions of years of evolution to function in a mammalian brain. "There is so much that is different about microbial cells and our cells," Deisseroth says. "Their whole inner workings are different—how they shuttle proteins from one spot to another, how they store things, package them, send them to the surface of the cell."

In 2002, Gero Miesenböck, at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, in New York, became the first researcher to use an opsin to render a brain cell light-sensitive. He used an opsin taken from the retina of a fruit fly. Miesenböck is considered one of the fathers of optogenetics, and in 2013 he shared a major award, the Brain Prize, with Deisseroth and several others. The fruit-fly opsin required three proteins acting together to get the treated cell to fire. To adapt the experiment to a living animal’s brain would mean importing the genetic code for each of the signalling proteins—an unwieldy task.

In 2003, a group of German researchers announced the discovery of a new microbial opsin, derived from a green algae that grows in ponds. When introduced into human embryonic kidney cells, the opsin made the cells respond to flashes of blue light. Deisseroth recognized the discovery as being potentially revolutionary. Unlike the fruit-fly opsin, the new opsin—channelrhodopsin-2, or ChR2—converted light into electricity in a single step, at virtually the speed of electrical impulses in the brain.

For a few years, Deisseroth had been thinking about using opsins to make neurons in a living animal sensitive to light, but he stresses that he was not the only person who had that idea; he brainstormed with others at Stanford, including a graduate student named Ed Boyden. There was every likelihood that it would be impossible in brain cells, which are far more complex and fragile than the kidney cells that the German team used. "For many scientists, the risk of wasting time and money was too great," Deisseroth says.

In the summer of 2004, Deisseroth opened his own lab at Stanford, and hired a brilliant Ph.D. student named Feng Zhang, who in his teens had worked in a gene-therapy lab. Zhang seemed like the ideal person to do the delicate work of introducing the pond-scum opsin into a brain cell. The opsin would have to be smuggled into the cell using a virus, but at a concentration that would not kill the neuron. Deisseroth told Zhang that the experiments could be transformative. "He even mentioned something like ‘This is one of those things that only come around every five or ten years,’ " Zhang recalls.

Buy the print » Deisseroth’s lab isolated a rat neuron in a petri dish, and Zhang chose a benign lentivirus to introduce the opsin into the cell. Deisseroth enlisted Ed Boyden to run tests on the treated cell. When Boyden flashed blue light on the culture, the cell produced strong action potentials—the spikes in electrical activity that neurons use to communicate. After a year of experiments, the team had created the world’s first reliable technology for generating light-sensitive neurons that signalled at the speed of the brain.

But Deisseroth’s excitement was tempered. He says, "It wasn’t clear that this would work for what I really cared about—not just a toy experiment in a dish but actually controlling behavior in a living animal in a way that could teach us about what the brain is really doing." Indeed, when the team submitted a paper announcing its results to Science and to Nature, both journals praised the experiment’s ingenuity but saw no practical application, and rejected it. When the paper was eventually published, in Nature Neuroscience, in August, 2005, the scientific community was uncertain that the technique could ever be made to work in a living animal.

The doubts only motivated Deisseroth. "I felt a sort of personal need to see what was possible," he says. Malenka told me that this understates the case considerably: "There’s this drive of, like, ‘You think I’m wrong about this, motherfucker? I’m going to show you I was right.’ " Deisseroth began working furiously. "He was getting up at 4 or 5 A.M. and going to bed at one or two," Monje says. He kept up this schedule for five years, until optogenetic experiments began working smoothly. "There are people who don’t need as much sleep," Monje says. "Karl is not one of those people. He’s just that driven."

Deisseroth and his colleagues faced a series of challenges. They struggled to target the opsins to specific brain cells—those associated with, say, sleep or memory or anxiety. Finally, they devised a means for attaching small bits of DNA to the opsins, which acted like a password, insuring that they would be produced only in the correct cells. Then they had to figure out a way to deliver flashes of light to regions deep inside the brain, and settled on a fibre-optic wire attached to a laser diode. In late 2005, they began preliminary tests to see if they could control behavior in mice. In the first experiments, on cells in the hypothalamus—a region involved in sleep—they coaxed the animals to sleep in a dark room, then flashed blue light deep inside their brains. The mice woke—sort of. "It was a very subtle change," Zhang says. "The animal would twitch, then fall back to sleep." This was hardly the dramatic response they had hoped for.

Deisseroth’s next scientific advance was the result of a publicity stunt. As word of what was going on in his lab spread, a Times reporter requested a visit in the summer of 2007. "Karl asked if I could come up with something interesting to show the reporter," Zhang told me. "I said, ‘Maybe I can stimulate the motor cortex and cause the mouse to shake, or something.’ " Deisseroth showed me a video that re-created the experiment. A mouse—apparently normal, except for a small tube emerging from the top of its head, where the fibre-optic wire is implanted—is filmed from above, standing on its hind legs and sniffing at the side of its enclosure. The instant that a blue glow appears, the mouse begins to run in wide circles to the left. (The fibre-optic wire was shining light on the motor neurons on the right side of the brain, which control movement on the left side of the body.) The instant the light is shut off, the mouse stops running and resumes its sniffing. It’s clear that the behavior was not a pain response, since the brain has no pain receptors. By stimulating the motor cortex with light, Deisseroth had turned a freely moving animal into something close to a video-game avatar controlled with a joystick. "That’s really the moment we knew that it could drive very, very robust behavior," Zhang says. "I went to grab Karl, and he said, ‘This is what we should show the reporter.’ "

The reporter was impressed enough to feature the experiment in her article. But it was another two years before Deisseroth and other researchers demonstrated that optogenetics could be more than what the Times had called a "science-fiction version of stupid pet tricks." In the spring of 2009, Deisseroth’s graduate student Viviana Gradinaru published a paper about using optogenetic manipulation in rodents to define precise neural connections in Parkinson’s disease. Shortly after that, Zhang co-authored an article in Science that examined the role that highly specific dopamine neurons play in feelings of reward—results that had special significance for drug addiction. Two papers in Nature showed the role of cells in brain activity related to schizophrenia and autism. The papers appeared in quick succession. "That was all people needed," Deisseroth told me. "The world ran with it."

"I know, and it’s not just me—my whole family has been smug for hundreds of years."June 7, 1999Buy the print » Scientists wrote to request clones of the opsins to use in their own experiments, and, in the years since, bioengineering subspecialties in the design and development of new opsins have sprung up. Ed Boyden, who left Stanford to launch his own lab, at M.I.T., had already shown that, under flashes of yellow light, the photosensitive protein in the original bacteria that Oesterhelt found in Africa could produce an electrical current that turns off neuronal activity. By using it in concert with the blue-light opsin, researchers can play neural circuitry like an organ, turning brain activity on and off at the actual speed with which neurons communicate with one another—a process, Deisseroth says, that has brought extraordinary control to experiments designed to determine how the brain processes information and drives behavior. By dye-staining cells with proteins that glow fluorescent when neurons fire, researchers can not only "play in" behaviors, by stimulating optogenetically treated brain cells with the fibre-optic light flashes, but also "read out" the circuit activity triggered when a lab animal is put through certain tasks.



Gary Lynch, a professor of psychiatry and human behavior at the University of California, Irvine, and an expert on memory, says that optogenetics has become an indispensable tool in neuroscience. "The tremendous power is that it lets you take specific populations of neurons that are mixed up with other kinds of neurons and stimulate the type you want to stimulate"—as in some parts of the amygdala, where neurons relevant to emotion, memory, and sociability intermingle. The problem with previous experiments on the amygdala, Lynch says, is that "when you stimulated it with electrodes and you got effects, you didn’t know if it was because of this population or that population of neurons."

Lynch says that he recently began optogenetic experiments on the hippocampus, a deep-brain structure, crucial to narrative memory, that was especially difficult to study with the old methods, because of the myriad neurochemical "inputs" from other parts of the brain. "For years, I and others have been trying to understand what these different inputs do to the hippocampus—what are they adding?" he says. "Short of using drugs and electrical stimulation and painfully teasing it out, we find it very, very difficult to get a good answer." Optogenetics, however, offers an ideal way to pinpoint the neurons in those inputs, turn them on and off, and note the effect that doing so has on memory. The research, he says, could have implications for the tailoring of drugs used to alleviate Alzheimer’s.

Deisseroth estimates that optogenetics is now being used in more than a thousand laboratories worldwide, and he takes twenty minutes every Monday morning to sift through written requests for the opsins. It was not until Monje joined her husband at a recent neuroscience conference in Washington, D.C., that she understood the fame that optogenetics had brought him. "People were stopping us at the airport asking to take a picture with him, asking for autographs," she said. "He can’t walk through the conference hall—there’s a mob. It’s like Beatlemania. I realized, I’m married to a Beatle. The nerdy Beatle."

Stanford is known for the scarcity of its lab space, but in 2012, as Deisseroth was wooed by rival institutions, the university offered him a dedicated research facility in the hills above Palo Alto. A sleek white structure that he calls the Cracking the Neural Code Building, it once housed a biotech company. The lobby is dominated by a twisting central staircase, like a strand of DNA, linking two floors filled with laboratories, animal surgeries, and offices, where thirty-five students work under Deisseroth’s direction.

In one recent experiment, he investigated a major symptom of depression: the inability to take pleasure in formerly enjoyable activities. Mice strongly prefer sugar water to regular water, but after a few weeks of what Deisseroth calls "mild, non-painful stress" they no longer cared whether the water had sugar in it. By examining brain pathways of mice that have been subjected to the stress, Deisseroth traced the specific neural connections that relate to their apathy, isolating the relevant cells and connections. Because we share with rodents many of the protein markers that define those pathways, it is hoped that drugs tailored to those circuits will eliminate the symptoms with an exactitude not previously possible. "That’s the direction that clinical psychiatry is going anyway—to more of a symptom-focussed treatment," Deisseroth told me. Many psychiatrists expect that drugs aimed at alleviating the blanket disease of depression—like Prozac—will increasingly give way to drugs that target precise symptoms, such as anxiety, that occur in multiple disorders. "It matters less which exact disease category someone falls into," he added. "What matters more is, What are the symptoms and what are the medications that help with those symptoms?"

It’s possible that optogenetics could be used as a therapeutic tool in humans, and Deisseroth has been given grants aimed at that outcome. With those grants, he has performed experiments to control the differentiation of embryonic stem cells, with the idea of one day developing optogenetics for the treatment of organic brain disorders. He published several papers on the subject in 2010. "A lot of people have followed that up," he told me, but he has moved on, and is currently focussed on the basic science of the brain, where "the opportunities dwarf everything else in terms of impact." Some scientists have imagined treatments evocative of Delgado’s stimoceiver: implanted L.E.D.s that flash light deep into the brain to quiet anxiety symptoms or, in schizophrenics, hallucinations. Deisseroth warns that such therapies face considerable hurdles, owing to the unknown effects of injecting viruses into the brains of living patients. But, he told me, some clinicians are already looking at possible treatments in the peripheral nervous system—the nerves that go to the arms and legs. "If you could turn down the pain fibres without affecting movement or the normal sensations, then we’d have a big impact," he said.

Botond Roska, a neuroscientist in Basel, and Jose-Alain Sahel, an ophthalmologist in Paris, are working with optogenetics to restore sight in the blind. Early tests have been successful in mice and primates. "We also did it in human retinas that had been kept alive from organ donors," Roska says. "It’s another way we know that our vectors will probably work in human subjects." They hope to run the first human trials in the next year or two.

Deisseroth, meanwhile, also adapts knowledge gained from his optogenetic experiments to use on the patients in his clinical practice. At a recent therapy session, he met with a tall, courtly man in his seventies, who suffers from severe depression associated with Parkinson’s disease. I will call him Henry. As Deisseroth worked with Henry, he thought about his studies in mice, which showed a correlation between depression-like states and a dearth of dopamine-producing neurons. A year earlier, he had prescribed for Henry a pill that acts on the dopamine system. "Agents that act just on the dopamine system are very rarely given in depression," he told me. "But it has been really good for him." In the session, Henry described a significant improvement in his outlook. Before beginning the drug regimen, he had been unable to summon the will to walk across the room; lately, he had been stretching every morning. He told Deisseroth, "I’m not looking backward at things, so I’m shaded to the positive."

At the end of the session, Henry described the worst depths of his depression, saying that everything could fill him with hopelessness and dread. "It could be an object," he said, pointing at the desk. "Like that piece of paper. It bothers me in some unimaginable fashion."

Deisseroth, who had been typing notes on his laptop, looked up. "That’s a great phrase," he said. "Just looking at an object and it making you feel bad. I’ve never heard any patient say that. That’s a great, crystalline description of how it just touches everything: perception, action, and feeling."

Later, when we were driving back to the lab, I asked Deisseroth about his excited reaction. Did Henry’s phrase interest him as a writer, or was it useful to him as a scientist? "That’s very usable," Deisseroth said. "I can think about doing experiments in animals now with that. For example, by using optogenetics to turn down the dopamine neurons, can I make an animal feel aversive toward a formerly neutral object?" He pulled up in front of the building. "I could go in right now and tell a student, ‘Hey, do that experiment.’ "

One day in early 2010, Deisseroth was in his office, enjoying a few minutes of peace. Optogenetics was finally working as he’d hoped. His phone was on mute. He was getting no disruption from his motor cortex.

He had been thinking about one of the most vexing problems in neuroscience: how to create a detailed image of all the brain’s neurons and their interconnections. X-rays and other techniques that use light to penetrate the tissues don’t work, because of the brain’s high volume of fats and water, which cause light to disperse. For years, neuroscientists had resorted to slicing cadaver brains into razor-thin sheets, scanning them, then putting the sections back together, trying to realign the nerve fibres, many of which had been damaged by being cut into layers. "You basically can’t do it," Deisseroth says. "You can only do very local, small-scale anatomy." Removing the fats and the water was considered impossible, since they make up the "aspic" that holds the delicate network of neurons and axons in place.

Monje recalls her first hint that her husband was working on a new project, which came while they were changing a diaper together. Deisseroth said something about how great it would be if one could render a brain completely transparent. By then, she knew enough not to dismiss such a notion. "I thought, He’ll probably figure out how to do it," she said. In his office, Deisseroth wondered if he could displace the fats and the water with a scaffold that would support the wiring but allow light to penetrate—perhaps a hydrogel, a water-based polymer used to support cells in human-tissue repair. He opened a spiral-bound notebook and began to fill pages with words and sketches, ideas for what he called an "endoskeleton" that would "digest away" the fats and the water. "The resulting structure can be studied in unprecedented detail," he wrote. The idea became CLARITY, an acronym for "Clear Lipid-exchanged Anatomically Rigid Imaging/immunostaining-compatible Tissue hYdrogel." CLARITY is Deisseroth’s second great contribution to neuroscience—a method for rendering cadaver brains completely transparent, save for the perfectly intact cells and nerve fibres.

Unlike optogenetics, the idea progressed rapidly to practical use. Deisseroth hired a chemical engineer named Kwanghun Chung, and within a few months they were experimenting with a hydrogel called acrylamide. They injected the acrylamide as a liquid into the tissues, then soaked the brain in warm water, which caused the liquid to turn into a gel. By running a gentle electrical current through the tissues, they drove the fats out, leaving the neural circuitry suspended in the clear hydrogel, and rendering the brain "transparent."

"Oh, sure, they all love William the Great, but nobody loved little Willie Poopy-Pants."January 28, 2002Buy the print » In April, 2013, Deisseroth announced the new technology in Nature; the journal’s Web site posted videos of a clarified mouse brain, showing a tangle of fantastically fine cells and nerve fibres, which glowed green against a black background. Thomas Insel, the director of the National Institute of Mental Health, called it "probably one of the most important advances for doing neuroanatomy in decades." It has since become a standard tool for scientists and clinicians around the world. Recently published studies using CLARITY have provided fresh insight into the buildup of deposits in the brains of people with Alzheimer’s. Monje uses CLARITY to study tumors from the particularly invidious form of pediatric brain cancer that she specializes in. The technology has been adopted as a critical tool for a project, endorsed by the BRAIN Initiative, to make a complete map of a mouse’s brain and, perhaps eventually, the human brain—an enormous undertaking, on the scale of the Human Genome Project, in which researchers will plot and categorize the nearly hundred billion neurons and the hundred trillion connections among them.

On the day I visited Deisseroth’s research building, he walked me through labs where mouse brains were being clarified. Small test tubes, wrapped in foil, stood in racks on motorized, lightly heated platforms that rocked them continuously in a circular motion. He took one of the tubes and peeled away the foil. At the bottom was a small, pinkish, semi-transparent lump floating in cloudy liquid. A fully clarified brain would be nearly invisible to the naked eye.

For decades, researchers have imagined the brain as a soup of neurochemicals whose normal functioning depends on those chemicals remaining in proper balance. Mental illnesses were believed to result from a "chemical imbalance"—the wrong amount of this or that neurotransmitter in certain synapses. Limitations to that approach were becoming obvious even before the advent of optogenetics and CLARITY. "If you say, ‘There’s some such thing as a serotonin deficiency in depression,’ then anything you do that specifically increased serotonin would be an antidepressant," Deisseroth told me. "But it’s not true. So you can’t explain things at that level. Likewise for psychosis, or schizophrenia. Some things fit chemical patterns, others don’t."

Increasingly, neuroscientists believe that the key to understanding how the brain works lies in its over-all neural circuitry, and the way that widely separated brain regions communicate through the long-range projection of nerve fibres. In this view, mental disorders result from the shorting-out or disruption of the larger circuit wiring of the brain—and it is in defining and describing those circuit connections that Deisseroth’s innovations promise to be especially helpful.

Christof Koch, at the Allen Institute, likens Deisseroth to Galileo, whose early improvements of the telescope afforded a huge advance in our understanding of the cosmos. Even so, like Galileo’s telescope, which opened up the immensity of space, Deisseroth’s technologies have helped reveal how little we know about the brain—what Koch calls "by far the most complex piece of organized matter in the known universe."

Koch says, "Over the past four hundred years, since the discovery of the telescope, each successive generation of astrophysicists has realized that the universe is still bigger than the previous generation thought. So it is with the brain. Each generation of neuroscientists turns up more complexity, more hidden layers."

Deisseroth told me that he is no closer to understanding the greater mystery of the mind: how a poem or a piece of music can elicit emotions from a mass of neurons and circuits suspended in fats and water. "Those are all incredibly important questions," he said. "It’s just too early to ask them." ♦

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