Here's What Happens When You Resell Your ClothesS

I'll admit that I've never thought much about what happens to the castoffs I successfully convince resale stores to take off my hands a few times a year. I've always been captivated by the in-store vetting process, since I love/hate watching bratty teenage salespeople comb through my ill-thought-out sample sale purchases et al; I get slightly offended when they disdainfully decide my worn-out wedge heels and sparkly H&M shirts aren't good enough for their customers. But after I leave the store with a check in my hand and the knowledge that my floral dresses are going to someone who'll actually appreciate them, I don't give my old clothes much of a second thought.

I'm not alone. "Most Americans are thoroughly convinced there is another person in their direct vicinity who truly needs and wants our unwanted clothes," writes Elizabeth L. Cline on Slate (in an excerpt from her book, Overdressed: The Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion.) "This couldn't be further from the truth." Here's what really happens after you leave your clothes at the Salvation Army:

1. Your clothes are judged. (By a less catty and almost certainly less well-paid group than at, say, Wasteland, which is my favorite place to sell clothes on the West Coast.) On the third floor of Brooklyn's Quincy Street Salvation Army, Cline saw "dozens of Hispanic women ... standing behind a row of wooden slides, pulling clothes out of elephantine gray bins and separating them into broad categories like jackets, pants, and childrenswear. " They ticket and price the best pieces based on condition and brand. (But you don't have to hear them giggling behind your back about your propensity for cheap halter tops.) It's a science: the sorters choose exactly 11,200 garments a day to be divided up equally between the eight thrift stores the distribution center serves.

2. Your clothes have a month to find a home. After that time passes, they're pulled from the store and taken to the rag-cut room, where they become blocks of fabric instead of "outfits." This is how Cline describes it:

In the rag-cut room, two men were silently pushing T-shirts, dresses, and every other manner of apparel into a compressor that works like the back of a garbage truck, squeezing out neat cubes of rejected clothing that weigh a half ton each. The cubes were then lifted and moved via forklift to the middle of the room, where a wall of wrapped and bound half-ton bales towered. I saw tags for Old Navy, Sean Jean, and Diesel peeking out of the bales, as well as slivers of denim, knits in bright maroons and bold stripes, and the smooth sur­faces of Windbreakers. Smashed together like this, stripped of its sym­bolic meaning, stacked up like bulk dog food, I was reminded that clothing is ultimately fiber that comes from resources and results in horrifying volumes of waste. Clothing stores completely separate us from this reality, and a "rag-cut" room brings it home in an instant.

3. It's textile recycler time. Without secondhand textile processors like the third-generation Trans-Americas Trading Co, "charities would be totally beleaguered and forced to throw away everything that couldn't be sold. Charities might even have to turn us away. The only benefit to this doomsday scenario is that our clothes would pile up in our house or in landfills, finally forcing us to face down just how much clothing waste we cre­ate." Sounds like a solid WALL-E sequel, but we're not quite there yet: Trans-Americas Trading Co employs 85 people and processes close to 17 million pounds of used clothing a year — the president told Cline that the amount of clothes they process has gone up throughout the years, as has our manic clothes-shopping rates. Sorters once again pick through the clothes to find what's wearable and higher-quality. Castoffs are sent to fiber and rag companies, and the nicer stuff goes to....

4. Africa. The processors shrink-wrap and send the best clothes to vendors around the world. Did you know that "Used clothing is now the United States' number one export by volume, with the overwhelming majority sent to ports in sub-Saharan Africa"? Now you do. And it's idealistic to assume that Africans want whatever we give them. "As incomes rise in Africa, tastes become more savvy, cheap Chinese imports of new clothes flood those countries, and our own high-quality clothing supply is depleted, it's foreseeable that the African solution to our overconsumption may come to an end," Cline writes. "What then?"

What, indeed? Seems like cutting down on clothing consumption is the best — and the crucial — way to go. There's no such thing as a free lunch — or a guilt-free one-off Forever21 top.


The Afterlife of Cheap Clothes
[Slate]

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