This blog was originally published in December 2015 as one of a series of essays to commemorate
the life of Chris Holmes who made an extraordinary contribution to tackling homelessness. The complete set of essays can be found at http://bit.ly/1O1TFxT
The speaker is in full flow and has the audience at the homelessness
conference in his grip. He is a powerful speaker and his controlled anger is
palpable as he jabs the air with his forefinger. It is a familiar litany of
observations about how the poor are under attack and the homeless are in the
firing line, their lives blighted by a series of brutal government policies and
incomprehensible funding decisions taken by local authorities. Welfare benefit
cuts are castigated, unimaginative local commissioning of homelessness services
ridiculed and the inadequacy of the housing safety net laid bare.
The congregation of homelessness sector representatives have heard this type of denunciation before. It is well articulated and impassioned, ending with a call to action to resist at all costs the stripping back of services to the homeless and vulnerable. We cannot forever go on papering over the cracks he concludes and, in truth, who could disagree with the substance of his speech? The applause is loud and sustained.
The congregation of homelessness sector representatives have heard this type of denunciation before. It is well articulated and impassioned, ending with a call to action to resist at all costs the stripping back of services to the homeless and vulnerable. We cannot forever go on papering over the cracks he concludes and, in truth, who could disagree with the substance of his speech? The applause is loud and sustained.
Yet as I file out of the auditorium with my uplifted colleagues my mood is
pensively downbeat. It is an unexpected feeling, which I explore on the train journey
home. What is certain is that there is no shortage of passion within the
homelessness sector. The recent Conservative election victory has not blunted
the outrage provoked by what many colleagues regard as a calculated onslaught
on society’s poorest who are expected to bear a disproportionate share of the
burden of austerity. There is a fervent
commitment to protect services and defend the homeless. The rhetoric is of the
broadly oppositional, unspecific and authentic. Phrases that littered the
conference included “we must stand
shoulder to shoulder”, “draw a line in the sand to prevent the commissioning of
services on the cheap” and “fight tooth and nail against any more benefit cuts”.
I’m old. The language of determined opposition takes me back to the
1980s and 1990s. There are perturbing similarities with our own times; a triumphant
Conservative government determined to reduce spending and roll back the state,
a Labour opposition weakened by defeat and disunity and, of course, an
inexorable rise in the numbers of people sleeping rough on the streets.
As a young outreach worker in my 20s walking the streets of streets of
central London, the relentless growth in the rough sleeping population was
monstrously debilitating. For each
person for whom we were able to find a hostel bed, a far greater number came on
to the street for the first time. Benefit restrictions imposed on young people
had a direct and rapid impact on the numbers under the age of 25 sleeping
rough, which, when it struck, was a new and disheartening phenomenon.
And then there was Lincolns Inn Fields, a park in central London
inhabited by a vast population of rough sleepers, incongruously encircled by barristers’
chambers. Every night we visited this cardboard city of the homeless, trying to
find a way out for the inhabitants, some of whom had lived there for months,
even years. Living in Lincolns Inn Fields was a dangerous and unpleasant
experience. Assaults on rough sleepers by members of the public were a regular
occurrence, as were fights between those sleeping there. The common view was
that the rat population of Lincolns Inn Fields probably exceeded the human.
Apart from my sense of despair, I was aware too of another competing
feeling. It was one of moral superiority and righteousness in the face of the
deteriorating situation for the homeless in London. We were the foot soldiers,
out at night doing what we could to pick up the pieces in response to
government wickedness and incompetence. A peculiar sustenance could be acquired
from glory in defeat. Oddly we, like the other services working with the
homeless, operated largely in an organisational bubble. Occasionally we would
meet another outreach team on the streets and there would be a courteous
exchange, a nod to indicate camaraderie, and then we would walk on and away.
Visible rough sleeping creates a potent picture. Images of bodies huddled
on the street leave an indelible impression suggesting that all is not well in
a country and with a society. Eventually the imperative for a Conservative
government to seek help to quell the increase in rough sleeping, hounded for
its failures by a homelessness sector that, in time, sought to collectively and
pragmatically campaign to address the remorseless rise in numbers, led to
change. The result was a progressive and effective programme, the Rough
Sleepers Initiative, which funded outreach work and the building of some 3,800
units of accommodation, mostly self-contained, for rough sleepers. Numbers sleeping rough peaked and then
gradually fell.
Homelessness organisations were embracing pragmatism in other ways. The
sense of passionate rightness was being blended with a grim determination to
reduce rough sleeping, not just around the edges but comprehensively. The unremitting
cull of people sleeping rough, with many found dead in circumstances that we
studiously avoided passing on to families and friends when attending their
funerals, imbued us with cold-eyed resolution.
Above all we wanted to dismantle the cardboard cities, the squalid encampments where rough sleepers lived in appalling conditions. At Lincolns Inn
Fields a dilemma arose for the outreach teams. The council had decided to call
time on the park as a place for rough sleepers to congregate. It proposed the
introduction of a by-law to ban rough sleeping and there was a deal to be
struck. The council was prepared to offer permanent accommodation for each person
sleeping in the park to enable them to escape rough sleeping for good in
return for support from the outreach teams to rehouse Lincoln Inn’s Field's
inhabitants.
There was an additional element to the offer that we couldn’t ignore.
The initiator of this approach was the Director of Housing at Camden, Chris
Holmes. Chris had formerly been the Director of CHAR, the campaigning
organisation for the homeless. This made it difficult to view our engagement as
a case of ‘supping with the devil’. As one of my colleagues delicately
articulated it at the time, “he’s not one
to shaft the homeless”. There was some opposition to the forced closure and
an article was published about how the homeless ‘community’ at Lincoln’s Inn
Fields was going to be transplanted elsewhere against their will. This had the
unintended impact of hardening our support for the proposed by-law. We had
spent too many nights at Lincolns’ Inn Fields witnessing the mayhem and hearing
stories of assaults and robbery. What we saw was not a mutually supportive
community but a disparate and wretched group of people forced together through
circumstance, in need of a better life.
Over the next three months individual needs were assessed and offers of
accommodation made. I accompanied numerous rough sleepers to view bedsits and
flats. Their astonishment at the chance to have a place of their own will forever
remain with me. In time, other cardboard cities were tackled at the South
Bank, Waterloo (the notorious Bullring) and elsewhere with the same broad
offer of accommodation or, where required, access to support for an alcohol,
drug or mental health problem. Each closure included an element of compulsion
in that there was not, ultimately, an option to remain sleeping rough at the
site. By the end of the century, the
cardboard city was no longer part of the London landscape.
In 2015 rough sleeping is a very different phenomenon. Today outreach
workers spend more time seeking out rough sleepers in isolated areas including
parks, derelict buildings, riverbanks and multi-storey car parks. A ‘hotspot’,
the term used for a congregation of rough sleepers, can comprise three
individuals. Despite the continuous
increase in rough sleeping numbers over the last ten years, cardboard cities
with the permanence of yesteryear have not returned. But there are new challenges. Remarkably, the latest annual figures for
London show that of the 7,581 rough sleepers met over the year by outreach
workers operating in the capital, 57 per cent are non-UK nationals including 36
per cent from Central and Eastern Europe; men and women who have come to London
as economic migrants seeking work. With limited rights to claim welfare benefits
that would enable them to access accommodation, the options available to non-UK
nationals are very limited and the levels of destitution amongst rough sleepers
now being witnessed are as extreme as those seen in the 1980s.
In the face of the steady rise in rough sleeping numbers we remain
resolute but disconcertedly hidebound. Again, echoes of the challenges of 30 years
ago resonate. There appears to be no difficulty in people expressing outrage
about the situation of rough sleepers. Twenty-first century communication in
the form of Twitter and Facebook can lead to the dramatic multiplication of
indignation as witnessed during 2015 in response to some businesses and landlords
placing ‘spikes’ outside their buildings to dissuade rough sleepers bedding
down. Some outreach workers on the frontline expressed disappointment that distress
about spikes did not transfer to a similar collective concern and call for action
on behalf of actual people sleeping in shop doorways.
But the numbers sleeping rough continue to rise and my gloom stems from
a belief that there will be no respite whilst solutions are piece-meal, responses
lack focus and, above all, we lack ambition driven by an icy determination to
end rough sleeping, once and for all. We seem incapable of making the
substantial step that was achieved in previous years which brought to an end the
cardboard cities.
Let me return to Chris Holmes, Director of Housing at Camden and later
Chief Executive of Shelter. I was privileged to have known Chris in his days at
CHAR, Camden Council and Shelter. Indisputably Chris was passionate about
ending homelessness and his working life exemplifies a furious commitment to
achieving this goal. Most importantly, so do his accomplishments, the ending
of the use of bed and breakfast accommodation for homeless families whilst at
Camden and the extension of a statutory right to housing for more people through
the Homelessness Act during his spell at Shelter.
But the special alchemy that defined Chris Holmes was based on a
pragmatic approach to securing outcomes as well as the need for the fervent
call to arms. Here was a man who sought to understand the different motivations
of apparently competing interests in order to close a deal. In the case of
Lincoln’s Inn Fields, he recognised that it was unreasonable for a public space
to be blighted by a sprawling cardboard city of the homeless and that the
third world conditions experienced by those living there were also unacceptable.
He believed its inhabitants deserved the chance of something better. To achieve
this Chris was prepared to face unpopularity, including from within his own ‘tribal’
group; the left of centre activists who comprise the great bulk of people
working in the field of homelessness and housing.
Are we brave and imaginative enough to collectively find a solution to a
similar 21st century rough sleeping phenomenon? In parks in central and outer London mass
rough sleeping could conceivably emerge again. Today we are witnessing
significant numbers of central and eastern Europeans sleeping rough in tents and
encampments, taking this step so they can undertake below minimum wage work,
primarily car wash, building site and gardening jobs. Chillingly, in the last
two months we have lost two rough sleepers on our streets, both Polish, men who
suffered ignominious deaths many miles away from their families. We have to do
better than this.
Expressing outrage is easy and directing it at the full range of
potential wrongdoers – government, rogue employers, landowners and local
authorities – can be especially cathartic, if ultimately futile. We must seek a
new approach, which means working with a range of partners including local
authorities, the police, landowners, the immigration authorities, local
businesses and employers. We have to understand the motivations and aspirations
of those who have come to this country to secure work and a better life and
address the reasonable concerns of local communities who experience public
spaces becoming, for them, out of bounds. It will require compromise,
imagination, negotiation, persistence, planned co-ordination and hard-nosed
delivery. We will need solutions that
are currently far from obvious and will certainly be contentious, imperfect and
unpopular. We must be driven by an uncompromising belief that homelessness,
especially in the most extreme forms that we are now witnessing, is an
obscenity.
The story of our achievements
over the last 30 years and the examples of the exceptional people that
delivered remarkable outcomes for the homeless is that passion and outrage are,
by themselves, not enough.
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