My interest is not nostalgic, but rather in what produced this carefully-put-together piece of social engineering so that Notting Hill became the most notorious slum in London. What did the Victorians have to do to make it pass down to future generations as a living shithole?
The Westbourne Estate that I was born in was built speculatively in the 1870s as big houses for middle-class families. ‘Speculatively’ meaning no one commissioned the builders and landowners, the investors. But they built for a market that didn’t respond, and the houses were sold off in bankruptcy; were bought for a shilling in the pound and became multi-occupational units stuffed full of people in poverty.
Soon it was a slum and remained so until it was gentrified, seemingly by media types in the ’60s, ’70s, ’80s and ’90s.
What I realised, even as a child, was that I was born into a muddle. It was obvious in the puddles, rubbish, broken windows and draughty rooms; in the toilet shared with many other families. And my family lived in a muddle, spending most of their hard-earned money by the weekend, with the pub a prominent feature of weekend life. Always hiding from the rent man until we got evicted when I
I would not have missed all of this for the world. It made me think about muddle. What a muddle the post-war seemed to be. What a muddle the British Empire seemed to be, with its Empress born 10 minutes, walk from my slum abode, but in the days when it was green fields.
What a muddle seemed the attempts of government to muddle through, caring more for the immediate than ensuring an enduring and better long-term future. Pluses mixed liberally with minuses. Shuffling into the future and carrying poverty with them. Governments seemed ill-suited to the task. And everything seemingly reduced to the argument that the more you consumed and the more rubbish you piled up, the nearer you were to happiness.
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I’m intrigued by this postwar world and how deep the rubbish has become. Where were the great minds we were promised by democracy, and the reduction of abject poverty?
If we now took an audit of social exclusion – as it was called for a while – we might see how wasted have been our brilliant chances. Where were the grown-up policies that should have educated our poorest away from poverty? Where were the decent living spaces that would create a firm base to help the neediest out of need?
My postwar slum has disappeared and been replaced by plenty. That seems to be the problem now. Those with plenty have got plenty more out of our recent crises. And we are left with millions worried sick about fuel and food.
We seem to have lost a lot of chances to socially mobilise the poor out of poverty since my childhood. Yet every government comes in seemingly loaded up with answers and initiatives. For all of the initiatives over the decades, we couldn’t get enough people out of being harmed by inflation. That’s why my slum seems still to ask questions of me. What happened? What should have happened? What can we do?
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