After my daughter’s recent graduation from an elite, liberal American university, I helped her to move out of her campus apartment. Picking up some black bags of garbage, I asked her where I could leave them. “You’ll see two pretty full dumpsters near the parking lot. Just put them there wherever you find room,” she called to me from her kitchen. Sweating in the late morning sun, I lugged the garbage bags out towards the two gigantic dumpsters. Flowing over their tops, front, and sides were hundreds of plastic bags and cardboard boxes filled with junk, as well as some expensive looking items rather cavalierly tossed out by one of America’s most socially conscious student bodies: lamps, computers, furniture, clothing, kitchen items, and books. On the morning after they celebrated their graduations and pledged to make progressive change in the world, armed with their new degrees, these future leaders of society were throwing out what appeared to be used but perfectly good items, presumably to purchase newer, better ones. As students, parents, and SUV’s tossed and packed, the mostly non-White maintenance workers, employees of the university, picked their way gingerly and quietly through the mountains of leftovers, retrieving for free other people’s refuse that they would likely never be able to purchase for themselves.