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Decanted From Robin Hood Gardens

August 21, 2016
by Delwar Hussain

Today’s story is the last of seven features by Contributing Writer Delwar Hussain and the third in a series of three related stories exploring the fate of Robin Hood Gardens housing estate in Poplar

While visiting Robin Hood Gardens, Contributing Photographer Sarah Ainslie & I found our impressions were like shifting sands. Whenever we formed a picture, someone else said something to contradict it, changing our view of the place.

Rugena Ali, whose family lived there for more than twenty years, initially corresponded with me by email. I wanted to hear her stories about growing up in Robin Hood Gardens but Rugena was reticent. Alongside other residents, she and her family had been part of the campaign to stop the demolition. I wondered if this explained her reluctance, since the campaign failed and her family had been ‘decanted.’ Yet I persisted and she sent me this –

‘Delwar, we have stories, of fires, police raids, random shootings on the fifth floor, but also of games we used to play. Memories of how our landing was used for gossip and to pass on information, and of the 10pm ladies walking club! And happy memories of weddings. And how the ladies on the estate used to come together after a death to support families. We used to live in each other’s houses and I was babysat by practically everyone at some point. The adventures in the park were endless and there were dramas including someone being attacked by a dog. Then, entire estate cricket matches (which stopped after the ball smashed our kitchen window), rounders and football! It really was incredible growing up there.

I will be visiting my family on Sunday, maybe if you are free you can come by and interview all of us siblings together? I’m also sure my mum will have a lot to say!’

And she did. They all did.

Rugena lives in Essex now and works for Girlguiding. In the sitting room of her parents’ new home in Mile End, Rugena introduced her mother Amirun and brothers – Amirul who is a science teacher, Sahedul who is an aid worker and Hasan, a student.

Robin Hood Gardens was a refuge for the family. In 1992, following a racist attack against one of Rugena’s siblings, the Council wanted to re-house the family and offered them a flat on the estate. One of Rugena’s older sisters and two family friends, Joyce and Margaret, went to look at the place. They were not impressed and wanted to wait and see what else came up but, fearful of what might happen if they stayed where they were, Rugena’s mother was keen to move out immediately. So she and her husband went to have a look at the flat at Robin Hood Gardens and rang the bell of the neighbour.

‘Shamima’s father was in and showed us around their flat,’ Rugena’s mother remembered, ‘and we decided to take it because we realised what good neighbours we’d have.’

Amirul interrupted, ‘I remember our very first meal was at Shamima’s house. When we moved in, people turned up to help us, they even helped clean our windows.’

Rugena’s mother continued, ‘Yes, we did have good neighbours. They would pick the children up from school and drop them off. There were all sorts of people living there, Bengali families, a fireman and his family, the Pakistanis, the woman with the dogs…’

‘…the druggie family…’ someone added.

‘In the mid-to-late nineties, heroin came to the estate,’ Amirul explained, ‘One night there was a loud banging at the door. My mum looked through the window and four policemen had pinned someone against our door. There was always Kitkat foil lying around everywhere and then ITV news did a story about a druggie family from the estate…’

‘Is the staircase still blue?’ Sahedul asked me, like an expatriate enquiring about the old country.

‘Yes,’ I confirm.

‘They painted it blue so people couldn’t use syringes there,’ Sahedul continued, ‘Once, a man in a suit, who obviously worked at Canary Wharf, knocked on our door asking if we had any kitchen foil he could use to smoke heroin…’

‘…we were always worried about our children,’ Rugena’s mother added.

‘As far as the Council was concerned, their behaviour was always reactive with Robin Hood Gardens,’ Sahedul informed me, ‘If anything happened, the Council would do something about it, but they were never pro-active – ‘The estate is on the news for drugs, let’s do something about it ’ – an automatic response, never about people.’

Our conversation about Robin Hood Gardens ebbed and flowed, collapsing the past and the present, the good and the hard times, and both happy and distressing events. Memories of a dead man found in a car intermingled with tales of another stabbed for £20, followed by accounts of weddings between neighbours on the landings, rumours of secret rooms in the building, a description of someone breaking limbs while jumping off balconies and neighbours running out of the building with their gold and passports to escape a fire.

When Rugena’s mother left us to tend to Sunday lunch, I asked Rugena, Amirul and Sahedul about the campaign they were involved with to stop the demolition of Robin Hood Gardens and Amirul took up that story.

At the beginning, we received letters informing us that architects had been employed to redesign the estate. Then we received more post saying that Swan Housing had won the bid and we thought they were going to thoroughly clean and fix Robin Hood Gardens, you know, regenerate it. We were told that we were going to get a new bathroom and a new kitchen, and we thought it was going to be fantastic.’

‘You can appreciate how top-down it was,’ Sahedul recalled, ‘People who lived there were never involved in the process. They didn’t speak to us, they just sent us letters and later they would call this ‘consultation’. Many on the estate were illiterate and unable to read what was sent. I believe it was done that way on purpose, they didn’t want any resistance to their plans and so they did the bare minimum.’

‘I remember attending cabinet meetings at Tower Hamlets Council,’ Rugena explained to me, ‘also a meeting at a fancy hotel somewhere. They told us we would get to choose our own interior on the new estate. Some people were concerned about open-plan layouts and didn’t want that. Children at the local school were asked to draw pictures of their perfect bathroom, something the architects might use in their designs. No-one expected that everyone was simply going to be moved out and the buildings demolished.’

I talked about the woman Sarah & I met the first time we visited Robin Hood Gardens. She told us she had been promised that she could move back into the new, regenerated estate once it was complete. I said I thought it sounded a bit far-fetched and maybe the woman had misunderstood.

‘No, it’s true,’ Rugena and her siblings replied in unison.

‘That woman isn’t wrong. They call it ‘double-decant’. They made so many promises like that,’ Amirul assured me, ‘and, as far as I know, many of them haven’t been kept and won’t be honoured. They promised that they would pay transportation costs and any damages incurred to belongings, they also promised a lump sum of ten or five thousand pounds to people if they were willing to move out. We know some people who took it and others who didn’t. Some who didn’t move out, including our neighbour Shamima’s family, were offered like-for-like housing and some compensation. But the value of their property was reduced and so was what they were offered.’

Rugena took up the story. ‘Once we learnt what was being planned, we drew up a petition for the building to be listed and took it around the estate. Then we took a second one around asking that tenants should have more say in the process. We attended so many meetings to try and stop them. Our family were the only ones involved who didn’t own their flat, but we did it because we believed in saving what we had.’

‘If you were against the proposals, why did you move out?’ I asked.

‘The main issue was our father,’ Rugena admitted, ‘He has dementia and uses a wheelchair. When the lift broke in the building, he would be stuck in the flat and it might be days until he could get out. We attended campaign meetings knowing that we were on the relocation list, but we did it for him.’

The current house in Mile End was the first they were offered. Amirul, his mother and his father’s occupational therapist came to view it. Amirul liked it from the start. Though it is much bigger than the flat in Robin Hood Gardens, their mother thought it too small. She thought this because the family’s life in Robin Hood Gardens was not just inside the flat, there was also the landings, the garden and other people’s homes. All those people and their intermingled lives, it was a world in itself and collectively much bigger than the new house.

‘It was not easy to leave,’ Amirul confided, ‘But once word got out that we had accepted this house, virtually everyone came to help. People were crying. Some drove our things over to Mile End and others were desperate to move in next to us. Yet some people did stop talking to us, feeling cheated that we had left, as if we had left them behind.’

Although he missed Robin Hood Gardens, Amirul confessed it feels surreal when he goes back. He said, ‘It feels like a porthole to me now, there are so many gaps which used to be full of so much life.’

Finally, we went out into the garden to take a family photo. In one corner was a plum tree that Rugena’s mother grew from seed on the landing at Robin Hood Gardens and then transplanted into the earth at her new home. It was the perfect place to take the picture.

Rugena Ali

Sahedul Islam

Amirun Nessa

Amirul Islam

In the garden at Mile End

Happy Days At Robin Hood Gardens

Photographs copyright © Sarah Ainslie

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You may like to read the earlier parts of this story

At Robin Hood Gardens

Return to Robin Hood Gardens

10 Responses leave one →
  1. August 21, 2016

    A great testiment to a community overcoming adversity.
    These stories of Robin Hood Gardens have shown how nothing is ever black and white but really a combination of far more complex and varied shades of grey shot through with shafts of light. In this case, light created from human endurance and neighbourbly kindness. (And the sense of light and space created by the architects – a feature appreciated by several tenants/residents, despite designs faults and Utopian concepts of communal living.)
    LIfe affirming without sentimentality.
    I have enjoyed these posts.

  2. Malcolm permalink
    August 21, 2016

    My Aunt Lil and Uncle Bill lived in Robin Hood Gardens. They were among the very first tenants when it opened in 1972. They lived on the ground floor in the west block, the mound was right outside their windows. Not much of view. In those days these were council flats but it was clear from the start that they were not a great place to live. There were problems with damp, there were problems with rubbish, there were problems with social integration. Nobody liked living there.
    Architects such as Richard Rogers, who loftily claims that this development is: “the best piece of social and architectural thinking in the last 50 years” are not only deluded, but complicit in the urban destruction of our great City of London and of giving politicians and developers the excuse to carry out social cleansing and the rape of London and its people on a massive scale. This disgusting monstrosity and it’s equally horrendous neighbour the Balfron Tower should be razed to the ground, along with every other brutalist carbuncle in London.
    My Aunt Lil hated living there and eventually got re-housed in a small terraced house in Bow. The pollution from the traffic fumes in Robin Hood Gardens almost killed her because she suffered from asthma.
    There is no reason – none at all – not to blow up this awful, ugly, shoddy piece of concrete ideology and replace it with proper housing on a more human scale. But what will happen is that it will be replaced with something equally horrible, designed by another arrogant architect but not for local people.

  3. Hilary permalink
    August 21, 2016

    I was really captivated by this story. It was funny, sad, heartwarming, uplifting and yet tragic and worrying as well. That communities and people should be treated in this callous and hardhearted fashion is shocking. I can only wish all of the residents of Robin Hood Gardens (those who have moved out and those who remain) the very best for the future.

  4. pauline taylor permalink
    August 21, 2016

    Well said Malcolm, I agree with every word.

  5. Mike Marriott permalink
    August 21, 2016

    What a beautiful story.
    And what wonderful people.
    Thank you

  6. Patty/NS permalink
    August 22, 2016

    Thank you so much for your series, I have enjoyed reading the stories so much. All beautiful people. I hope we hear from you again, and soon!

  7. Franco permalink
    August 22, 2016

    We do not need Robin Hood Gardens style development (and by extension Blackwall Regeneration Project) but we do need a return of Robin Hood!!

    Thank you for this series. Come back soon.

  8. August 22, 2016

    i love the snowman (animal?) photograph.
    so beautiful & fun

  9. Pat Turnbull permalink
    October 5, 2016

    Many thanks to Delwar Hussain for this excellent series of articles which truly tell the whole story. The problem is not the architecture of Robin Hood Gardens but what will replace it – mainly expensive housing not intended for the current and past residents of the estate. I am pleased for the lucky ones who have found a decent home, especially the family who fought so hard to keep the estate, and really were given no option in the end but to try and get the best for themselves. What has happened and will happen to the others, especially the temporary tenants to whom Tower Hamlets Council now has no obligation? Little or no housing is being built to house London’s working class. Tenants on other London housing estates may draw the conclusion: protect what we have. Because the government, the councils and the developers are all eyeing up our housing estates.

  10. Lesley Spencer permalink
    May 20, 2019

    What Malcolm said Lovely to see happy people. Everyone should have a garden. Unless of course you don’t want one

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