“Though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back… she would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.” - Aslan, C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Showing posts with label waste pickup failure. Show all posts
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The Donkeys Are Not My Waste Management Strategy

 🗑 SWANK Dispatch: I Live in a House, Not a Hurricane Casualty — Pick Up My Trash

🗓️ 16 July 2020

Filed Under: waste management failure, asthma accommodation, basic services denied, infrastructure neglect, environmental injustice, public health risk, municipal inaction, disability rights


“We live in the brown houses.
We are not ruins. We are residents.
Please pick up the trash.”

— A Mother with Eosinophilic Asthma and Zero Municipal Support


This polite but pointed letter from Polly Chromatic to Mr. Kendrick Neely, head of Environmental Health in Providenciales, is more than a waste collection request — it is an exposure of municipal failure to serve high-risk residents in the aftermath of hurricane damage.


🧾 I. The Situation, Summarised

  • Polly lives on Palm Grove, Grand Turk

  • Trash trucks pass nearby, but never drive down her road

  • She has no car — she bikes with four children

  • The other houses were destroyed in a hurricane, but hers is inhabited

  • She has severe eosinophilic asthma, making physical strain and waste exposure dangerous

  • She recycles most waste — but needs basic pickup services for remaining trash

  • Wild donkeys are tearing into the uncollected trash, creating public health and environmental hazards


🚨 II. She Asks for One Simple Thing:

“Please tell me what day and time I should expect them so I can put my trash out.”

Because she’s not trying to complain.
She’s trying to participate.
But the state has already decided her street doesn’t count — and her lungs are left to pay the price.



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