![]() ![]() She wore a red T-shirt, purple-red pants, and white socks with no shoes. A young woman, petite, curled in the fetal position, with dark brown skin, her hair pulled into a tight ponytail. A Streets and Sanitation worker, spotting a hand in the truck’s hopper, assumed it belonged to a mannequin. ![]() On September 10, 2018, a Monday, a garbage truck trundled along 95th Street, past the expanse of Trinity United Church of Christ, past a tire repair, and began its lurch up the alley, emptying can after can. An owner of one of the homes took out her trash over the weekend and noticed nothing out of the ordinary, except that her garbage can was full, and teeming with maggots- she’d never seen so many maggots, she later told detectives. ![]() The alley was free of debris and sat behind a chain of tidy single-family homes, the compact houses and yards as neatly arrayed as place settings. Those details are not meant as shorthand to signal murder and mayhem. This was in an alley, in a Black neighborhood, on Chicago’s distant south side. Literally folded her small body into a garbage can, covered her in grass clippings, and shut the lid. It could have been a metaphor, a cliché even, except it was real.
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