My daughter rushes to the porch. The most exciting moment of the morning is here.
The trash truck is on its way down the road. Soon its big metal arm will sweep up our can and take our scraps of food and soggy pull-ups, carting them off down the road. The noise, the action, it is a delight to any three year old.
“Where to they take it Mama?” she turns to me and asks.
This is a new question and I hesitate to answer. I had have just put down Wendell Berry which we are reading in our Liturgy of Life reading group.
“Nearly every one of us, nearly every day of his life, is contributing directly to the ruin of this planet.”
And I imagine the landfill outside of town, being topped off with my trash, my broken garden rake, my torn sweater.
“The mentality that exploits and destroys the natural environment is the same that abuses racial and economic minorities.”
And I think about the families, the kids, who live in the Reynosa dump.
“It is wrong to think that bodily health is compatible with spiritual confusion or cultural disorder, or with polluted air and water or impoverished soil.”
And I think about us drinking water from the Rio Grande River, where a few miles away all of the sewage from Reynosa, is being dumped.
“To damage the earth is to damage your children.”
As the trash truck drives away I can’t find honest words to answer my daughter that don’t also leave me feeling ashamed. And I wonder how I can love God and her and not do more to take care of the place where we live.
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