I'm hearing Foxtons got smashed ?
Just passed by Foxtons earlier, which had a few cans of paint chucked at it last night. Three guys cleaning up. I said to one of them that I was sorry they had to do such crappy work at 7AM, but Foxton's do pretty much invite it.
Then some chap in a suit appeared (a Foxton's person) and started asking me why I thought it was deserved. He said he genuinely didn't understand why people had a problem and accused me of being a hypocrite because of my appearance (I am caucasian and have a collared shirt on this morning, therefore I'm JUDGED it seems).
I (tried to) explain that the pace of change is happening too rapidly for many people in Brixton, so there is bound to be some friction, and seeing as Foxtons embodies, endorses and represents the sharp end of this rapid exploitation of a community with a notable history of standing up for itself while being relentlessly attacked and scapegoated, then graffiti and paint are an unsurprising and rather mild response from those being so arrogantly driven out.
Some responses were thus:
"Why do people object to us cleaning up Brixton?"
I found this one quite disturbing, as it seems they are trained to believe that they are 21st Century missionaries and that Brixton is a place that needs 'cleaning' up. The 'cleansing' subtext of this position is too much to deal with really. Ayn Rand would love Foxtons.
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We provide jobs. We employ 21 year old girls straight out of college."
All employers 'provide jobs', as if that is some get-out-of-being-a-dick-free card. and.. why mention gender?
"This is London, it's the same everywhere."
- the age old 'that's how it is what can I do about it' trope of the grubby enabler.
"You don't know anyone that works here, you've never dealt with Foxtons, how can it be right?"
- None of this is true. I've been on the receiving end of several daily phone calls from the Streatham Branch who called me every day for a couple of months, sometimes at 8AM / 8PM. They only stopped once I ignored their (blocked) phone number for a few weeks. Sick really, as my local hospital, who I was also expecting calls from at the time, also comes up on my phone as 'blocked', so it's hard to not answer your own phone.
I do know someone who worked for Foxtons, was disgusted with it, and left. Anyway, trying to pull the discussion down to individual or personal isn't the point. The point is how Foxtons behaves and presents itself as company. It's very confrontational, in design and method, with piss poor PR, and they also seem to think they are on a moral crusade of sorts to turn 'living' into locking ourselves into privately owned open plan cubicles. The parallels with blinkered Tory policy are self-evident.
So, the debate on the street outside Foxtons at 7.30AM didn't go well. Foxton's Man is entrenched and blinkered and he thinks I am too. He's right, and so am I. We can't be friends. He ended our dialogue by taking my photo on his phone (a weirdly post-modern attempt at intimidation I guess) then scuttled back into his day-glow cave. Poor lad.
So there is no reconciliation. They wish to drive ordinary folk out with house prices, fill their pockets with ill-gotten gains and run away, and the people can only resort to tossing a splash of paint at their windows. House Prices Vs Paint? Sadly Foxtons have the most powerful weaponry. They have the ability to strangle you with leveraged capital and they remain loyal to crumbling remnants of a dead political ideology. Ordinary folk will be driven out long before Foxtons.