[This is an excerpt from "Squatter in Los Angeles," available as a Kindle book, or a pdf from the Store at www.SchoolofSelf-Reliance.com]
The reason
I was living there in Highland Park was because I was attracted to the work of
the non-profit, whose stated goal was to research and share all aspects of
“survival.” I took on a project of experimenting with the practicality of
using an alternate toilet, such as would be necessary in the aftermath of a
major Los Angeles earthquake.
We
purchased an inexpensive RV toilet from Big 5, and it consisted of a simple 3
gallon plastic bucket which fit into a larger bucket, which had a toilet seat
and lid. The plan was to exclusively
use this simple bucket toilet in my home for a period of three months. I kept records and the idea was to ascertain
the practicality of such a toilet after an earthquake, and to share those
results with whomever would be interested.
I set up
the toilet near the regular indoor toilet, but turned off the water of the
regular toilet so people would not be tempted to use it. I put a notebook and
pen near the toilet so people would write relevant notes after they used it –
especially guests.
Though we
had occasional guests, it was mostly the three of us in the household who used
it. We had a rotation system of who got
to empty it, and no one was enthusiastic about this aspect of the project. When the bucket was nearly full, one of us
would take it out to a trench that I dug in the yard, and bury the contents,
and cover the contents with straw, earthworms, and worm castings. The
toilet-bucket would be washed out, and put back into the bathroom.
Otherwise,
this simple bucket toilet was not difficult to setup or to use.
Part of our
challenge was to test various methods of combating the “outhouse odor” which
most people find offensive, and which also attracts flies. We tried some blue powder that came with the
RV toilet, and it seemed to work OK at keeping down the odor. We also added
lemon juice added to the toilet after each use, and this also worked as well as
the blue powder. We didn’t want to rely
on the blue powder product provided by the manufacturer, since in a “survival
situation” when we actually would need to use this toilet, we’d probably not be
able to readily get more of the mysterious blue powder.
We tried a
variety of odor-beaters, and found that a lemon juice and/or baking soda
combination was nearly ideal.
We began to
try wood ash instead of baking powder or lemon juice. I used a little wood stove out in the yard for cooking, and so we
had a steady supply of ashes. Wood ashes are absorbent and they reduce odors,
and it does make sense that just about anyone anywhere could get wood ashes.
Wood ashes added to the toilet after every use worked out fine, with minimal
odors and no flies.
Such a
simple system like this could be done in the aftermath of an emergency
when sewer drains are broken, and as long as the participants
emptied the bucket regularly and covered the hole where the contents were
buried, this would be somewhat convenient and should be hygienic.
You could
also use such a system as this on a more or less permanent basis if you were in
the backwoods, too far from sewer lines and utilities – though making an
outbuilding (as people did for centuries) is a much more permanent way to have
a toilet.
I
eventually filled and covered two of the trenches into which we poured the
toilet contents during the duration of the test. Again, each was covered with compost and earthworms after each
emptying of the toilet, and the worms rapidly decomposed the contents. After
about a month of covering up the trenches, I planted tomatoes in each trench,
and added some trellises for the plants to grow over. The tomato plants grew
surprisingly well, and were insect-free. The plants took about two months before the fruit was ripe, and so
I took a basket of the ripe fruit and added it to a salad that I made and
served at one of the functions of the non-profit.
When the
meal was served, I said that I had grown the tomatoes, and everyone said they
were beautiful and tasty as they ate their salads. I’m not sure how it came up, but someone did ask me when our meal
was nearly over how exactly I grew the tomatoes, and so I told them. One woman
abruptly put her fork down and ate no more of the salad, and her face exhibited
both disdain and disgust during the rest of that meeting. I could tell that she
felt as if I had done something bad to her.
However, if
you think through the biological processes involved, the tomatoes were completely
safe. If the woman got ill afterwards, it was primarily from her own
psychological reaction to eating tomatoes grown in decomposed feces. On the
other hand, a few people congratulated me for the “daring” experiment.
In
retrospect, the toilet test wasn’t simply about learning to deal with
catastrophes. It taught me a very
important lesson about dealing with human feces. It’s not really all that hard or complicated to deal with if you do things properly. Because part of my drive in life was to live
ecologically and to take responsibility for all the resources that came into my
life, I tried to grow my own food, and recycle as much as possible. It was
clear to me back then that modern societies, packed together in houses in
neighborhoods, are often designed in such a way that the residents are unable
to deal ecologically with their own wastes.
Such was not always the case.
In fact,
for the long stretch of human history, human waste was either a useful
resource, as well as a source of disease and death, depending on how the people
handled things. I wanted my waste to be the resource it was intended to be, not
the major water waster that it has become in our society.
Over the
years, I have been to the homes of friends who composted their own bodily
wastes. Some did something right
because you had no clue that’s what they were doing. In one case, the entire side yard of the woman’s home smelled of
urine. It wasn’t overtly strong, and the next door neighbor probably didn’t
even notice it, but we noticed it when we visited. She was doing something wrong.
In another
case, a friend composted his urine and feces and scattered it about the trees
and bushes in the yard. Part of the yard reeked of the obvious odor of old
urine. Fortunately, he had a large yard
and far from the noses of neighbors, but I noticed it and told him about
it. Composting human wastes shouldn’t
be offensive to our senses. I was
informed that maybe wild animals were using the yard as a toilet – an insult to
what little intelligence I have -- so I never brought it up again.
About 7 or
8 years after the squatting time ended, I was living with Dolores on our little
plot of land, growing our food and raising chickens. [We wrote about that time in our “Extreme Simplicity”
book].
I continued
to experiment with toilet alternatives during that time, and I did use an
outdoor toilet that I devised which had no smell and produced compost
quickly.
You can read all about it in the "Extreme Simplicity" book, available from Amazon or www.SchoolofSelf-Reliance.com.
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