SOMETIME AROUND APRIL, the reports started rolling in. They came in from coast to coast, each distinct in its tragedy even as it echoed the rest.
An infant girl in Queens suffocated while laying on a couch used as a makeshift crib. In Memphis, a mother came home, put down her bags, and left the room; by the time she returned, her four-month-old was dead. Two sisters in Rexburg, Idaho, died in a closet while playing dress-up.
The culprit, in each case, was a plastic garment bag brought home from the dry cleaner. Unwitting parents were reusing the bags as mattress and pillow covers in their babies’ cribs or leaving them about like harmless flotsam, only to find their children ensnared.
As historian Jeffrey Meikle details in American Plastics: A Cultural History, by June more than 50 children had died, most of them too young to crawl, along with seven adults by suicide. In New York City, the chief medical examiner and police responded by investigating the deaths to determine whether crimes had occurred, photographing the scenes and conducting autopsies. As the death toll rose and news spread, the ultrathin sheets of polyethylene took on a haunting aspect.
“An almost invisible peril hangs loosely over the helpless heads of the nation’s infants,” the New York Journal-American declared. Time warned readers about the looming threat of “death by plastic.” In the San Francisco News, an editorial wondered “How Many Must Die?” and demanded plastic disarmament: “BAN THE BAGS!”
In the summer of 1959, the country was in the throes of a crisis—and so was the fledgling plastics industry, still establishing its hold on American life. As the temperature rose, plastic makers stared down their first public reckoning. It was what one industry lawyer later called “the most celebrated debacle of them all,” a fork in the road for the fate of plastics in everyday life.








