The Family Tree That Eats Its Branches

On the West’s exquisite cowardice in tolerating cousin marriage, the children it dooms to hospital wards, and the multicultural pieties that keep everyone politely applauding.

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The year is 2025, and the practice of cousin marriage — yes, first cousins, the kind once invoked in Victorian novels or whispered about with a grimace—reains defiantly alive and well, not in the remote hills of rural antiquity but transplanted into the urban heart of the modern West.

It is here, amid gleaming hospitals and timid genetic counsellors with PowerPoint slides, that this ancestral custom thrives, escorted into the twenty‑first century by dia…