Some thoughts: I’ve mentioned on here I grew up in a very rough area.
After my dad’s car for stolen/vandalized for the 10th or so time and my sister almost blinded a thrown rock, we left. That and none of the swing parks ever lasted. (At least two got burned down.)
So about 10 years after we left, the council decided to host a fairly high profile sporting event there. No, not the Olympics, but big enough that they decided to renovate the area. Most of the (bad) buildings, including our old one, got torn down. I was not sad when I heard.
Here’s the thing: Yes, people got evicted, but they also got re-housed nearby. My uncle lived in a terrible flat, worse than ours, and was happy with the change. He doesn’t have to bump into junkies in the hallways all the time anymore.
And here’s the thing: It is a much better area now.
It’s not The Hamptons. It’s still mostly working class people that live there. New houses got built. It’s nice. The park has remained in tact and untouched for a record-breaking six years.
And then I fee bad because I know this is entirely the wrong attitude to have. It couldn’t have been easy for all those people just to be told to up and leave one day. Even if it was bad. I assume they got sent to a better area, but I don’t know.
My uncle was happy, but he mentioned he knew a couple of people who were angry about the re-housing.
(Some filmmakers wanted to interview him for a documentary but changed their minds when he said he wasn’t at all nostalgic for that “shithole.”)