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What's Wrong With Recycling? The Trouble With Plastic


I am increasingly troubled by the ubiquitous presence of something I used to take for granted: plastic.

I'm typing these words on a plastic keyboard, and watching them appear on a computer monitor that is largely made of plastic. At my left are a series of plastic notebooks I use to hold information on my work for my monthly meeting, and on my right a stack of DVDs I bought to show my classes in school. Plastic, plastic everywhere...

So, what's the problem? Plastic can be recycled, right?

Well, sometimes yes, and sometimes no... and actually, even when the answer is apparently yes, it's really no.

Here's what I mean: most of us who care two pins for the planet are by now familiar with the recycling symbol, with a number in the middle of an ouroboros of arrows. Setting aside for the moment the problem of plastic without the little symbol (not recyclable by any definition) and whatever plastics are not recyclable in your area, the chief difficulty is this: that little ouroboros is a symbol of eternity, of the snake that can eat its tail forever. And that implied promise is kept on materials like aluminum, steel, and glass, that essentially can be recycled forever. It is not the case for paper, but whatever paper is unrecoverable after repeated recyclings can, at least, be digested by microorganisms and return to feed the soil from which it came.

Plastic is never recyclable in this way. At best, plastic downcycles--it is reduced to a less and less useful form, until it reaches, in the end, an unrecoverable, unrecyclable end point... which is, unlike the grey cardboard box or the brown paper bag, as indigestible to the microorganisms that maintain our ecology as is plutonium.

And it may, ultimately, be as toxic.

This is not good news.

So what happens to the plastic that is not recycled, or which reaches the nadir of its recoverability, whether as a discarded bit of polar-fleece or as a bit of composite deck lumber? It does reenter the ecosystem, sometimes as windblown bits of plastic bag that whisk along the roadways until they are caught in a high tree; are tattered by the wind and sun until they are stripped from the tree; are ultimately caught up in streams or stormdrains or rivers, and are swept into the oceans, where they can wind up in places like this:
Photo by Chris Jordan










Or like this:




Photo: NOAA






Right.

Sorry to depress everybody with dead animal pictures. Somehow, it's hard for us to take things like the environment seriously unless we have something with eyes and a brain to empathize with, isn't it?

I've been unable to confirm the claims I've found online that "nearly every seabird on the planet has plastic waste" in its gullet--but it is clear that dead birds, fish, and sea turtles all too often prove to have ingested plastic waste. Kilograms of it, in the case of large animals. Enough to cause death through starvation, intestinal blockage or puncture, and so on, in all too many cases.

But here's the really bad news. That bit about the sea turtles and the birds? That's the good news, environmentally speaking. Because, yeah, we are seeing species dying off at a rate unprecedented in human history and maybe even in geological history, but, at least in theory, species that become extinct can be supplanted by new species that evolve. And there is certainly one hell of a selection pressure in operation here, to select for turtles, birds, whales, and dolphins that know the difference between a floating bit of plastic and their next meal. So, while we may lose some beloved aquatic species, there may, someday, be more to replace them.

If we haven't poisoned that entire ecosystem, of course.

Which is where the bad news really kicks in, because the dead sea turtles are the least of our problems with plastic. Plastic, you see, is really terrifying stuff: as far as we know, it will take geologic time to break down chemically: 500,000 to a million years. But it breaks down physically, into smaller and smaller bits, in a relatively short time--subject it to sun, water, weather, and it becomes tiny little particles.

This is not good news, even if it sounds like it is. To quote from one discussion of the often repeated (but little-supported) claim that plastic bags will degrade in "only" 500 years or so:
While polymers do indeed photodegrade, that doesn't remove it from the environment. The big pieces simply become smaller. This is mostly a minor irritant on land (where microscopic polymers will just become another inorganic component of soil), but poses serious risks to marine life, who can't distinguish indigestible polymer particles from food.
Thus marine organisms starve to death with guts full of styrofoam and PVC. This is bad enough when the creatures eating themselves to death are cuddly critters like sea turtles or pelicans, but as polymers degrade into microscopic bits the effect moves down the food chain, such that these particles are now replacing plankton. You can knock off the top of the food pyramid (turtles and pelicans) with little effect, but let's think really hard about what happens when you kick out the base.
All of which leaves aside the aesthetic issue of areas of ocean the size of continents that consist almost entirely of rafts of plastic garbage.
Those, by the way, look like this:








But it's not how they look that's the truly horrifying thing. It's how they act:
A study by the Japanese geochemist Hideshige Takada and his colleagues at Tokyo University in 2001 found that plastic polymers act like a sponge for resilient poisons such as DDT and polychlorinated biphenyls. Takada's team found non-water-soluble toxic chemicals can be found in plastic in levels as high as a million times their concentration in water.

In other words, we are starving out, poisoning, and crowding out the base of the ocean's food chain. Plastics are appearing in portions of our oceans at high enough densities to "smother marine life," and take the place of the plankton that feed all the other life forms of the sea--and which, taken as a whole, produce half our planet's oxygen.

Worried yet?

I am... an that's without taking into account the fact that, while too stable to break down naturally or fully by any biological process, plastics are also too unstable not to leach out vast quantities of toxic components used to stabilize, tint, or change various properties of plastics for short term use. So readily do plastics release poisons into the environment, in fact, that we are coming to understand that even in the short lifespan of a disposable plastic water bottle, it may well be leaching carcinogenic compounds into the liquids we consume. In fact, ironically enough, plastics break down so easily that museum curators, wanting to preserve some of the many pop-culture artifacts made from plastic in this century, find it exceedingly challenging to do so.
The problem...is that many of these components aren't chemically bound to the polymer chains. Thus, over time and under certain conditions, the additives can ooze out of the plastic. Studies suggest that many of these substances--including pthalates, flame retardants, and bisphenol A--leach from consumer products and cause significant health problems for humans.

Loss of these additives doesn't help the plastic, either.

I guess that's a concern when you're trying to preserve a forty-year-old Barbie doll. But, overall, I'd have to say its far more of a concern when you're considering thousands upon thousands of tons of this material, in the soil and in the oceans, creating biological deserts possibly for millenia to come.

Oh, yes--and did I mention that highly toxic processes involved in their production, as well?

We can't be having with this, people...

So what's to be done? Well. Let's talk. More tomorrow.

For more information, please see:
A Comparison of Plastic and Plankton in the North Pacific Plastic Gyre.
Marine Birds and Plastic Pollution.
Plastic Ocean.
Polymers are Forever.

Comments

Ali said…
What's wildly depressing on top of all of that is the completely ubiquitous attitude of indifference actively cultivated in this culture. I just saw a commercial for a credit card that began (while showing images of fancy stores full of electronics and snazzy sunglasses): "We're a culture of consumers... But that's not a bad thing! The only problem is, there are so many cool things to buy." The ad then went on to posit that what we really need is a credit card that somehow exercises the self-control we lack and allows us to buy and consume all that "cool stuff" without running out of money. It makes me downright sick. There was a time when "just being a consumer" was at least acknowledged as an awful, degraded thing to be. Now, it's like we're expected to take pride in it and defend it.

Ugh. Sometimes I just really want the human race to die out so the planet will at least survive. I'd much rather have an earth thriving and evolving without us, than a bunch of pathetic little people living on sterilized air and plastic-peppered ground, cold and alone with their poisons. Sigh.
Well, never confuse a credit card commercial with what actual human beings think and feel.

I admit, much of my optimism is fueled by belonging to not one, but two communities that think the latest toys are perhaps less important than the planet. I will say, the Quakers I know are perhaps better than most of the Pagans I know at living into their environmental witness. But Pagans (and Paganism) tend to be younger, and perhaps less educated. I think Pagans are going to get it soon.

And hopefully, those of us who understand that we must, as a species, stop destroying our home, will become as visible as credit card commercials over time.

Let's sow change, not despair, Ali. Mama needs us, girl!
No, we certainly can't be having with this, Cat.

Love,
Terri in Joburg
Heather said…
I think that many people feel that they can consume and throw away as much as they want and it doesn't matter if it's all recyclable material.

Just recently I received a mailing from my provincial government. In small letters on the back were words that said how much water, electricity, etc. the government had saved by using recycled paper. But sitting right beside the mailboxes is a garbage can which was filled with these pamphlets. I took mine home to recycle. The government could have saved a lot more by not printing the pamphlets at all since most were just going to be thrown out.

Governments and environmental groups need to put more emphasis on reducing the amount of waste we produce rather than simply recycling it.
Anonymous said…
Terrifying indeed; did you see the similar coverage in Orion magazine over the past year ("Plastic is Forever")? I am glad that ecological consciousness is growing, but sometimes it really does feel as if it's too late. Being Quaker does help, in the sense of being in a subculture that supports one in low-impact living and eschewing the materialism that is crammed down our throats.

~Flaneuse in DC
Erik said…
Last year my daughter's Girl Scout district raised money for an environmental awareness program by selling magazine subscriptions (problem #1). There were prizes for the most sales, including a number of inflatable plastic chairs (problem #2)... sometimes I do want to just throw up my hands.
Hello, all!

Thanks for commenting! But, in the words of the immortal (OK, hokey and simplistic, but, what they hey) Captain Planet, "Do not lose HEART!

It is hard to move from discouragement to action, and there will always be openings we miss. But every time we (gently, lovingly) witness to the importance of avoiding waste, we make it that much more visible to those who may not have thought of these things before.

Heather, the pamphlets are a tough one. Yeah, there's waste. But is it perhaps waste that will lead to awareness? Maybe yes, and maybe no--just as some of us are tempted to think the fix will come from "new technologies" like compostable plastic rather than from changing how we live and treat our home, perhaps industries and governments are inclined to think a faint coating of greenwash is all that's needed to make us all happy little citizens and consumers again.

On the other hand, cynicism and a throwing up of the hands is not the most productive thing we can do, either.

We need to push back, speak up, and speak out when we see problems with overconsumption and waste... while continuing to search for ways to live that are more consistent with our values...and--vitally important!--continuing to nourish ourselves with a deep, abiding connection with Spirit and community.

Addressing this problem will take human patience and wisdom, and perhaps many, many letters to the Girl Scout Council. (Did I ever tell you how my covenmates and I changed city-wide policy in less than a day of telephone calls?) But it will also take the more than human.

Isn't it lucky that, as people with active connections to God/the gods, we've got that to draw from, too.

Don't be cast down--be rooted, but also on fire!

Bright Blessings,
Cat

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