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Black Trash

By Kathy Y. Wilson · April 24th, 2013 · Kathy Y. Wilson
It makes me sad, angry and bewildered every time I see a black person littering, just blatantly tossing down with impunity and careless disregard for their surroundings the remnants of their ghetto diets and their ghetto lifestyles: plastic bottles, Arizona Tea cans, 40-ounce bottles, barbecue Grippo’s bags, blunt wrappers, McDonald’s cartons, Magnum wrappers, soiled Kotex maxi pads and the utmost in ghetto garbage and the most telling tossed-off scion of black ghetto self-hatred — the tumbleweave.

In disbelief and horror, I have come upon and snapped cell phone pictures of snatched-out and thrown-down sections of synthetic Korean wig shop hair pieces mangled with dirt, old glue and footprints on ghetto sidewalks and in ghetto parking lots across this city.

I keep stressing the word ghetto because, though it borders stereotypes, I believe there is something to the connection between poor blacks (and whites) and littering.

For the sake of conversation I’m much more concerned here with black trash.

American ghettoes are easily profiled by the concentration of poor people living literally and figuratively atop one another, their geographic disconnect from sustainable jobs, green spaces and top-tier educations and the proliferation of trash.


Somewhere along the path to socializing poor people to accept less — of themselves, from their governments and landlords — they’ve been brainwashed into believing they’re supposed to live in filth and that filth must surround them outside.

I do understand the poor renter’s mentality, though.

Poor renters do not own it, so they’re divested in the aesthetic pleasure of their immediate surroundings; furthermore, they may see the cleanliness of the streets where they live as someone else’s responsibility. 

After all, the street sweepers and garbage trucks do come every week so, hey, since someone else is picking up this shit, why not throw it down?

Also, there is a never-ending cycle of mind-numbing temporariness — a poor man’s metronome — keeping time among the ranks of the poor in America.

Everything in this world expires and has a quick shelf life the length of calendar months. Depending on your status with any branch of the federal government, your metronome may keep ticking another month or it may be abruptly stopped.

Phone cards; Cricket phones; SNAP EBT cards; car rentals; rent-to-own furniture, electronics and appliances; Catholic school scholarships; cash benefits for dependant children. 

And on and on.

Poor black people who mindlessly and carelessly litter do not understand the long-lasting effects of landfills on the Earth in all that trash swept and picked up by city workers; they just know it is picked up and taken away somewhere they can’t see it anymore.

So the trash becomes like the other temporary markers of poverty in their lives: there for awhile, then gone (somewhere) forever.

Thankfully, of course, there are always prideful poor denizens, those people (stereotypically, a black grandmother) who keep tidy their stoops, drives and the real estate near to where they live.

Every morning they’re sweeping, stooping to pick up trash with their bare hands and sometimes they even keep small potted plants and flowers in their windowboxes.

Their good examples do not rub off on all the people living around them, though.

And according to the powers of some invisible dividing line, their areas set them apart from the rest.

Why can’t this be the norm in poor black neighborhoods?

I cannot reconcile all this black trash, especially when I’ve recently seen black folks littering within feet of public trash cans. 

Ironically, there must now be more street-level garbage cans in black neighborhoods like Evanston, Avondale, the West End and (black) Over-the-Rhine than ever before, yet I have in recent weeks seen black people throwing trash to the ground as they approach garbage cans.


It’s as if public garbage cans are to them strange pieces of abstract sculpture they haven’t been taught how to interpret.

To this I say, it ain’t Picasso, nigga, it’s a can with a hole in the top. In a few feet, put that empty Flamin’ Hot Cheetos bag in it and keep walking.

I wonder if the city invested the money in outfitting public cans with fresh bags of silky yak hair or Cricket phones still in their boxes spilling out of them or maybe with speakers blaring Two Chainz or Rick Ross on a loop, I wonder then if niggas would at least be compelled to walk toward public cans with their trash instead of avoiding the cans like they’re contagions. 

I know some poor black litterers don’t know recycling from sampling and that not littering must be taught, like how not to hate or how to make eye contact.

Whose job is this, anyway?

As an adult I have only been a renter but it never stopped me from sweeping a stoop, separating my trash for recycling or calling out a (black) passerby for dropping their garbage anywhere near my living space.

As in: “Hey! I’m finna follow you to where you live and throw my McDonald’s bag on the sidewalk in front of your door!” 

This has sometimes worked. 

Chagrined black folks who’d pulled in front of my building to finish an argument with a passenger, to meet one drug connect or another or to, yes, dump their car trash would sometimes get out of their cars, apologize and pick up their trash and take it to the cans alongside my building where I’ve directed them.

Mostly, though, they’ve peeled away, maybe embarrassed to be seen and called out. 

Maybe my frustration is another signpost of aging, of becoming more of a curmudgeon.

Maybe it’s generational.

I was nearly 5 on the first Earth Day, old enough to remember the “crying Indian” (as we said then) in full dress.

He canoes onto a littered shore. 

Standing roadside, someone throws trash from a passing car. 

It lands, splattering at his feet. 

He sheds a single tear. 

Poor black litterers: You are the trash you make.

Now recycle this.

If you know how.

CONTACT KATHY Y. WILSON: letters@citybeat.com



04.24.2013 at 11:12 Reply

When I was a child, I lived between Linn and Baymiller on Findlay Street. The residents (black and white) were not well to do, but they were proud of their neighborhood. They were not afraid to correct you if your behavior was not acceptable. There were no trash cans on the corners, but you would never think it was acceptable to deposit your trash on the ground.

If you're a litterer, you should be ashamed of your disrespect of your community and yourself!  



05.05.2013 at 10:17 Reply

Dear Kathy,

       I believe you connecting black people to the trash in the city is completely absurd and ludicrous. By using the analogy as black people as trash, I felt like I was reading a historical document from the 1960s. You failed to connect the biggest issue of all with why ALL races litter, and that is education, and this would have made for a better piece of journalism in my opinion. Your piece was very short cited, and pretty much you were spewing hatred toward the black race. Although I do not believe this was your attention, It is how your piece came across. How this piece slipped through the editors hands, is amazing to me. 
       Citybeat is distributed all across the city, including Children's hospital, and your liberal use of the "N" word raised many concerns I have about Citybeat as a publication, and makes me wonder If their should be more restrictions on the distribution of this newspaper. I hope i dont see another article like this, and be forced to seek further action.
        Instead of trashing African Americans and the strong african american community, you should try to empower them in your next article, and issue a statement of apology. Nowhere in your seemingly last minute  entry did you produce a thought that is backed up with research or statistics. It was just blatant stereotype after stereotype, and It makes me ashamed to be a member of this city. You were insulting and extremely offensive. Please either seek help on how to empower poor African americans or write about African Americans in a more positive light. 
Nathan Siegel


06.27.2013 at 12:26 Reply

While I agree with the general message of your post, and find many poignant observances therein, I have to disagre with you on some points.  I do not believe that ALL poor/disadvantaged people litter or have no regard for the environment.  I come from a single-parent home, and when Mom was laid off, we reluctantly had to accept government support to keep a roof over our heads. I was always taught that littering was bad.  I can remember picking up other people's trash as a kid, and I still do on occaision-as long as it's not a health risk. Anyway, what I'm really trying to say is, being poor and littering are not correlated.  I believe most people that litter are uneducated and come from ethnic backgrounds that do not value the environment.  These backgrounds also give little importance to education. I think that being uneducated is definitely correlated to littering.  I can't stand the PC police, and even as a proud liberal, I'm not afraid to say that there ARE some ethnicities that are more inclined to litter. I can say this from first hand experience. It's not racist, it's merely an observation. However, I think one would find that the major factor is lack of education moreso than race. 


07.29.2013 at 01:48 Reply

I live in a gated community with homes valued between $550k -- $2 million dollars.  The average value of a town home is around $650,000.  Single homes go for $800k to a million.  The community has its own lake with a beautiful view. Our home owners association fee is around $200-300 a month. You'd think people would not litter if your paying this much money to preserve a community.  

The other day, I saw an african american lady throw a napkin out of her car window. She had 2 children in the back seat. What kind of example is this lady setting for her children? So, I confronted her.  She apologized and then blamed it on her kids.  I was shocked that she had to lie about it but she was a bit ashamed of it.  I am hoping it had taught her a lesson but i don't think i did.

Keebler Elf.

You are spot on.  Education plays a huge factor. I think its the combination of education and parenting that seals the deal.

I honestly feel like more states and cities should instate Litter Laws. A lot of foreign countries have litter laws and it does wonders to their environment.  I work in real-estate and I can pretty much tell the property value of a community by the amount of trash surrounding the community. It's a travesty that some people are that lazy.


12.17.2013 at 05:51 Reply