I don't like gated communities. And I don't think it's the same as having a front gate. It's more like the gate at the end of the drive. It keeps outsiders out, and gives the insiders (who are often better off than a lot of the people who live outside the gates) a sense of separation and security. It keeps them separate. The gates increase any inherent separation: why would someone outside the gate want to buy a drink for someone who comes from inside but has stepped out for a moment, like a sightseer.
The other thing about gated communities is that they are often carved out of territory or open space that was considered "ours" by the local community who have lived there long enough to see the place develop. I've seen this in the States, and it makes me deeply uncomfortable.
Here in Brixton, both this place and Clifton Mansions (whose gate is now firmly locked at all times) were previously places occupied and utilised by musicians, artists, squatters, idealists, the lost and the low, and a bunch of people who made some kind of life for themselves and decided to stay in the area once they could afford to pay rent. A lot of those people are now being priced out of Brixton.
Brixton is changing. But Brixton has always changed. Imagine the reaction when the Jews moved in, an then the Theatre luvvies, and the disquiet when the West Indians started buying up properties, and then when the punks and anarchists arrived in droves. Brixton has always been a place of changing populations and fortunes. It's a wonder this current gentrification stuff hasn't happened a lot sooner.
I have a lot of misgivings about these changes, not least the rent hikes and people being priced out. And I really have to grit my teeth sometimes when I'm going about my business in Brixton these days. I was thinking today how the high street is almost more like the old Brixton now, than some parts of the Market are, because despite the chain shops, I still see Brixton people not outnumbered by the new tribes. I tend to stick to the less Bo-Bo parts of Brixton these days for coffee and chats. Trying to get breakfast at the weekend is a fucking chore these days.
I am worried that Brixton will become a pasteurised homogenised Sunday Supplement version of itself, all polite and shiny and no-where to buy tired short-life fruit and veg at knock down money for stew for a week.
But. I am prepared to be wrong. I hope, really really hope, that there won't be a separation between us old Brixton people and the new comers. I hope that rather than a schism opening up here, we can all be part of something that is still good, even though it's different.
I like a lot of the changes. I like having more choices. I like having more reasons to spend time in public spaces in my own community. And I like the way these changes have made it possible and more likely for Brixton folk pay more attention to each other, stop and chat and visit in the street with each other.
I've been in Brixton for about thirty years. Until this year, I have always considered myself a bit of an incomer, an upstart. But suddenly people are saying to me "Ah, you must have seen a lot of changes over the years...!" Yes, and most of them have been in the last three years.
I am trying hard not to be one of those grumpy old git oldtimers who never allow newcomers to become oldtimers. It's hard, though, when what I encounter in newcomers is a kind of worried confusion that seems to keep them always slightly on the back foot (It's okay! I won't really eat your baby, even you insist on parking your status-pushchair in the fucking doorway) , or worse, barging arrogance (I will feed you to your own fucking baby if you do that again).
So yeah. In conclusion, I'm ambivalent about it all.