#MYLDN (1442) – Remembering Grenfell

The 3 year anniversary of the Grenfell tragedy has just passed. In memory green ribbons, both real and painted have appeared all over the area and they look like butterflies floating around the neighbourhood. Beautiful and heartbreaking. The tower itself seems to get smaller everytime you look at it. They have been incrementally been dismantling it for over a year or so and it feels that the more it disappears in the real world the more it disappears in people’s memories. And yet West London will never forget those who lost their lives because they will always be part of the community and also because justice has still not been served.

In the modern era we seem to now lurch from tragedy to tragedy and as soon as the next one arrives everyone forgets about the one that just dominated and focus instead on the latest calamity or injustice to take over the news. There is rarely any resolution. Whether its plastic pollution, Australian wildfires, the refugee crisis, homelessness, the school girls in kidnapped in Nigeria..at the time they all unleashed outrage and initiated mass online activity but were then dropped as quickly and as fervently as they were picked up.

These terrible events consume every headline and dominate your social media feed for the 2 weeks they are topical and then and they evaporate into the online ether as if they had never existed. A lethal combination of over-saturation and A.D.D destroys the public’s interest seemingly just in time for us to lose our shit all over again over the next thing. And the next thing. And there is now always a next thing. The conveyor belt of horror seemingly never ends.

People are already clearly over the pandemic and yet we are still in the eye of the storm. Does it matter it hasn’t been solved? Apparently not. People are already over climate change and that hasn’t even really begun yet. Does it matter it hasn’t been solved? Our actions say otherwise. These days there appears to be this notion that once everyone has done their bit of ranting on social media, fired off some hashtags and gone to a protest march or two the problem has been dealt with and we can all go back to shopping for shit we don’t need.

Nothing gets solved anymore, we just get bored and move on. The most recent humungous global event is the BLM movement which has shaken the world to the core in the last two weeks. It has been extraordinary to see the world unite in protest and say ‘enough is enough’. And yet, like the others I have just mentioned above, this is a deep rooted problem that needs, not just immediate action, but sustained activity that will lead to long term systemic solutions in order for genuine progress can be made.

As a species we need to start seeing things through to the end. We need to actually make things better, not just want them to be better and then give up and divest our energy into something else when it reveals itself to be too hard to fix overnight. Major societal shifts and systemic change are very hard to initiate and implement and take time. A ton of time. It takes research and understanding and education and planning and commitment and that cannot be achieved in two weeks. We have to see this through and think long term strategies than will span far into the future or progress will not be achieved.

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

I was out of the country from Thursday to Monday and in the time I was away the shock & horror had turned to sadness and to frustration and when visiting the site that evening it was clear these emotions had manifested to resentment and anger.

It was incredibly hard to go down to Grenfell Tower but it was even harder to stay away. This area has been engulfed by the tragedy and there is no avoiding it no matter where you are. As you walk around the streets here no-one is talking about anything else  and even though things carry on as normal, it is very far from normal. People are still shopping on Portobello Rd as usual but every shop, cafe and bar has posters with photographs of ‘missing’ residents from the Tower plastered all over their glass fronts by their families and loved ones desperate to cling onto a glimmer of hope . There is also a very eerie atmosphere wherever you go and it is unusually quiet.

When we went to the base of the tower by Latimer Rd many people were congregating. Some silent, lost in their own terrible thoughts as they stared upwards, some sobbing, grief-stricken whilst others had formed groups and were discussing how something needed to be done and that they needed to organise themselves. This is a community that has already been squeezed and squeezed and also utterly ignored for such a long time and they spoke as if this was the inevitable tragic conclusion of a long history of neglect and lack of concern on behalf of the council and the companies who operate on their behalf. They were very angry.

The tension around the site is still very high as you can imagine. A girl took a picture of the tower and a guy started shouting at her. ‘This ain’t the Eiffel Tower! What you taking pictures for?” I was incredibly discreet (even before this incident) when taking the photographs I have shown to you this week as was so acutely aware of being intrusive or insensitive but I have been photographing this area and its residents for years and to not document this in some way seemed wrong to me.

What was most heartbreaking being down there was the outpouring of love towards the victims. So many heartfelt statements had been scrawled on the walls around the area, so much feeling and compassion and sorrow and regret.

On Wednesday we went to a local volunteers meeting to see if there was anything we could do to help and met a huge number of people who had turned up in the stifling heat for the same reason. Despite everyone’s best intentions the meeting sadly sharply descended into chaos. The volunteers who had organised the event quickly lost control as they were bombarded with questions they couldn’t answer. Seeing their was no genuine leadership others started trying to assert their own ideas as to the best way forward and suddenly everyone was shouting over everyone else. Everyone there wanted to do what was best and to be useful and to contribute but everyone had a different idea of how to go about it. People are still too angry and their emotions too raw to be thinking clearly and their frustration at not being able to help the way they desperately want to was depressingly turned on each other.

The community in this area is very tight knit and unlike a lot of areas in London in that it really is a local community and people define themselves as West Londoners even over their own origins and this tragedy has rocked this neighbourhood to the core and it will be a long time before anything feels normal, if ever again.

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london