I can’t shake that unfortunate image of a manhole cover
caked in toilet paper.
I went back to Nine Mile Run this afternoon, wondering what
the trail might look like after the rain we’ve had over the past few days.
The tour Sarah gave us sparked an idea for a piece. I’ve
been researching the history of Pittsburgh’s sewers in light of Sheryl’s
comment about how we’re still dealing with the repercussions of our bad
decisions. It turns out that like lots of other cities, Pittsburgh is now asking the same question it asked itself over a
hundred years ago. We answered it incorrectly back then, and as much as I’d
like to think we’ve learned from that mistake, things don’t look all that
reassuring.
Here’s what happened.
*
It’s 1873. The Monongahela River creeps westward, slow and
thick and congealing brown, bunching over pipes, scraping along crusty banks,
struggling like blood through a jammed artery. A few miles to the north, the
Allegheny River does the same. Up and down the Ohio Valley, pipes pump into the
rivers and pipes pump out. The sewage of three hundred and fifty thousand
people chokes the intake valves, which pump drinking water into the city.
The young sewer system doesn’t work all that well. Cesspools
and privy vaults overflow, rising in backyards and basements, slinking into the
neighborhoods and streets. “In warm weather, many parts of the East End are
absolutely unfit for habitation,” one complaint reads, “owing to the polluted
atmosphere arising from open runs of filth of every description.” The
excruciating smell hangs in the smoke that never seems to clear, a sour
viscosity that pools on the tongue and burns behind the eyes.
A few miles away in the South Side, conditions are even
worse. The soil—saturated year-round with human excrement—bubbles and belches.
Noxious gas lingers over steep slopes, seeping into walls, blankets, and pores.
Men and women with bleeding noses stumble through narrow, sewage-slick streets,
dizzy and coughing, their skin spotted red beneath their clothes. In the
cramped rooms above, workers speak Italian and Polish and German, tending to
loved ones bathed in sweat, madness rising in their third or fourth weeks of
fever as they approach their disease’s breaking point—the moment at which a
person either begins to get better or slips into what’s known as a typhoid
state, a period of motionless purgatory when eyes close halfway and death waits
at the threshold.
This scene repeats itself thousands of times until one in
six Pittsburghers has typhoid fever. For every 100,000 residents, over 130 die
of typhoid—the highest mortality rate in the country, more than twice that of
the next-highest city (Washington, D.C. at 60 deaths per 100,000.) A minimum of
four people die every month, but the polluted water kills somebody,
on average, every other day.
The city decides, after about 30 years of this, that it
needs a better sewer system. Physicians and engineers, however, can’t agree on
which system is better. Physicians want a separate system: one set of pipes for
sewage, another for stormwater. Engineers argue that it’s easier and more
cost-effective to build a combined sewer system—to flush the city through a
single set of pipes.
*
The question, then, was this: is it better to spend big now
and reap the benefits in the long term? Or is it better to do what’s most
economical now and then deal with problems later?
Since you saw this, you already know which option the city
chose. I’m oversimplifying, of course—Pittsburgh didn’t have much money to
spend, microbiology was still in its infancy, etc.—but in the end, doesn’t
everything come down to cost vs. benefit, short-term vs. long-term?
Today the EPA is forcing ALCOSAN to cut back on CSOs like
the one we saw. ALCOSAN submitted a plan to the government, which ignored green
solutions to the problem (rain gardens, permeable pavement, etc.) in favor of
cheaper, easier “gray” solutions. So here we are asking ourselves that question
again—should we invest in ourselves now, or put yet another patch on the
problem?
The answer, as usual, has to be somewhere in between. There
are real complexities and restraints that will always prevent us from a perfect
solution. The good news is that the government rejected ALCOSAN’s plan as not
doing enough to solve the sewage problem. What’s less clear, though, is whether
we’re really willing—as a city, as a state, as a nation—to commit to what
works, even if the price tag scares us.
On a side note, here’s a cool song (and video) that I think
fits the spirit of the class. Also some links below if you want to read more about what's going on.
A starting point for green vs. gray solutions.
A local organization that's working on this.
5 comments:
What beautiful language. I love reading your descriptions, the way you imagine yourself there, sensing the reality.
I too was haunted by that unfortunate image. It hurts to read that separate piping was once an option.
Loved the way you set up the literary journalism. You're so great at that! I felt like the sewage was suffocating the river, which is exactly what's happening. Definitely a strong finish.
You did a great job at giving us a taste of the history in a way that really held my interest, probably has to do with the way you wove it together. Great job with the research.
I agree with Sio, it hurts to know separate pipes was an option and then there might be less issues now. But glad to know that "grey" plan was turned down.
Also great ending with your little side note.
For some reason I can't get the video/song to play on my computer, but no matter. I'm so happy you did some research on this issue!!!!!!!! There is definitely an essay here. Bravo.
Ryan,
Thanks for the backstory here! Very interesting. You are an amazing researcher and tell this history with great attention to detail, implementing questions and concerns into your reader's head. Thank you much, you certainly got me thinking.
(and of course, dig the song.)
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