about us

Stockwell Park Community Trust was formed in 1994 as a response to a high crime rate, a demoralised and de motivated community and poor housing management.

Serving the Right to Manage, the Trust, made up of local residents took control of the estates services, handling a budget of £3.5 million.

The Trustees voluntarily ran the Community Centre focussing their attention on the young people in the area aiming for the relief of poverty, furtherance of education and the pursuit of racial harmony.

home turf

Home Turf is a short film written and produced by Rebecca Johnson of Fierce Productions. It is a film about our daily goings-ons and gives a great insight into our area and some of the characters that make living on the Stockwell Park Estate an experience one can never forget!

other videos

our history


Contrary to popular belief the Community Trust didn't start the 'Brixton Riots'. We didn't actually exist then - but there is no doubt that this event created the backdrop for all subsequent funding and attitudes right through the 80's and 90's. To have your town centre smashed to pieces, seeing cars turned upside down and seeing and hearing crazy anouncements from people who did not live here but based their own political advancement on pontificating on the subject was a wake up call for all of us who had to live in the fevered political aftermath.

Blame was sprinkled around like confetti by those who ran for cover - writing their version of events based on 'Das Kapital'. Those of us who snuggled up with an Agatha Christie were left speechless. Our opinions did not count... neither apparently did our lives nor our children's futures.

The very settees of England seethed with the indignation of those who had watched it all on TV. We watched that and the subsequent looting and yelling in later years from the "safety" of our flats - picking our way through the rubble in the morning and wondering what happened to Burtons the clothes shop on the High Street. Not really a high priority target... but maybe the fashion police joined in and cried "NO" to conformity and navy blue suits... and just burned it to the ground!



In the 1960's the local authority had given the go ahead for new council housing to be built on the corner of the entrance to Brixton High Street. Just across the road from the undertakers and at the back of the famous Brixton Academy. The chair of housing at the time was a certain JOHN MAJOR who later went on to be coloured grey, wear his underpants outside his trousers, eat peas from a knife and actually be a jolly good egg all round. He also became prime minister.

The estate was built to accommodate the newcomers to the country - mostly West Indian and living in hellishly overcrowded circumstances in unsuitable flats in private accommodation. When the flats in Ferndale Road burned down due to outmoded heating devices on a stairwell serving 40 people, the council had to move fast and the flats started to fill up. With a larger than usual amount of ground floor three and four bedroomed homes the estate was soon full of the sound of children... and teenagers with no money in their pockets and no where to go in the evenings. Their parents had come from a completely different culture, the weather was different, the food was different, the customs and practices were different. It didn't take long before the cracks began to show and the riots were the icing on the cake. Officially... IT WAS HELL!

In 1989 the Stockwell Park Estate was in the governments list of the top ten estates most likely to riot and burn. A frightening place ruled by councils and criminals the residents had no chance of moving off and little chance of any quality of life. The flats were alive with rodents and insects. Burglary was rife, neighbours were too frightened to talk to each other, the social workers came in pairs (or not at all) and the police regarded all of us as TROUBLE! With over 1500 homes under the management of the council in the area - there were a lot of people burning with fury and the injustice of their lives.

Mugging, fortunately not so fashionable these days, was a major problem. Having your bag snatched was bad enough, but this was often accompanied by violence, which led to depression and also aggression. We could not trust each other, we could not trust the "authorities" with its "political" solutions, we could not trust the police... nor speak to them without a brick finding its way into our window.  We were imprisoned in a ghetto of disrepair, despair and dogma.

The government of the day came up with a solution - run your own estate, sort out your own problems and we'll let you have the money to do up your homes.

A group of residents stepped forward to take up the challenge of the "Right to Manage" and the Community Trust was born.



The Community Trust had to take the WHOLE estate with them and the video BIG DAY OUT (1992) shows the first tentative steps towards bringing in a vote for the estate to be resident controlled. Run for residents by residents, the Fun Day was the first of many that helped bring people out of their flats to work together, to talk, to laugh and discuss how we could tackle the issues that faced those of us who lived there. We knew that openness and honesty was the universal language that tenants wanted to hear. We door knocked every single household to ask what they felt would make the estate a better place to live. We expected to be told about security and locks and evictions and discipline. Instead our wonderful residents told us how they feared for the future of their children, how poverty affected their life chances, how a poor education demotivated and destroyed lives and how the shifting population that brought more and more people from overseas was bewildering and disruptive and brought with it challenges that no one had foreseen. We had become a transit camp - no one wanted to stay... our sights were fixed on getting out... by any means necessary!



Our residents proved that they were the most amazing breed of human beings EVER! They welcomed the interviewers into their flats, offered support, tea and a comfy chair to rest our weary feet. They then took part in the defining ballot that allowed the Trust to take over the management of the estate from Lambeth Council. The ballot was undertaken by a certain gentleman called DAVE CLARK. He had an independent business that involved both door knocking and manning the stationary ballot box. We had hoped he would turn out to be part of an old skool rock band, he had a drummers name. He actually wore ballet pumps and unfeasibly tight trousers - check them out in the original BIG DAY OUT video. A turnout of 98% with a YES vote of 97% saw the Trust take control of the local housing services.

The residents defined the ambitions of the Community Trust: dedicated to the relief of poverty, furtherance of education and the pursuit of racial harmony the Trust was finally legally formed in 1994 as a registered charity and a company limited by guarantee. The Board was made up of local tenants and our resident advisor KARINA O'DOHERTY.

Three years of training alongside Lambeth officers taught us just what we were up against. A restricted budget, poor stock, and outdated ways of working had to be tackled from the outset... a lack of trust permeated the atmosphere... the residents were about to take control of a budget of £3.5 million a year and responsibility for over 30 staff; not only that... our signatures were required on the cheque book! The setting up of the bank account taught us a thing or two: few of us held the correct photo ID or debit or credit cards necessary to prove we could participate in this particular game. We had become aliens in our own country and with such limited horizons - we hadn't even noticed.



Hustings: just before the 1997 Elections we saw TONY BLAIR, then an almost unknown Labour MP, visit the Community Centre to talk “turkey” with local residents. Thirteen years later we now see a change of government and maybe a Coalition member might just drop by.

The Community Trust – making sure your concerns are heard!





Plans were drawn up with Lambeth officers for the regeneration of the leaking and insecure flats. With some of the highest crime rates in England the walkways in the sky were the playgrounds of the anti social. Firemen, police and even the milkman were targeted with bottles, black bags of rubbish and a choice line in personal abuse. We were urged to agree to knock the whole place down and to move people out. The Community Trust believed fervently that the problem did not just stem from the people who lived there. A refurbished estate where residents knew their concerns were listened to, knew they were valued and knew they could influence the future would make the difference we believed and we turned down all offers of decanting; opting for the more tortuous route of works being carried out to the flats whilst we remained in situ.

PAUL KLAPISCHEK, KLAUS FAULHABER and MARTIN THOMAS were the officers given the job of making it happen for us. We entered a marriage where we bickered and fought the officers to squeeze the budgets 'til the pips squeaked. We met almost every week for years. We travelled around London looking at brickwork, boilers and windows. We met tenants from other parts of the country facing similar but different problems. We met other Lambeth tenants setting off on the same road as ourselves. A mutual respect and understanding grew and we worked day and night to refine the bid for the ESTATE ACTION programme. Pilots schemes (at the end of Chute House in red, gold and green) were shown to all tenants to get agreement. Gardens and play areas were created, the underground garages made safer and brought back into use. The windows were double glazed with locks, the doors secured with multi-locks, the failing heating system replaced, ground floor entrances created, the electrical wiring replaced. New kitchens and bathrooms were designed and still we found more to do.



Working hard with our staff from the Housing Office, the manager ALAN JONES tackled the horrendous cockroach problem, the red ants, the mice and rats. We created our handyman post and fought for tenant friendly policies. We held so many public meetings that there was scarcely time to stack the chairs away until it was time to get them out again.

We HAD to get the rent collection levels up... and our staff magnificently rose to the occasion. Many residents will remember Laura Day and Lillian Harrison. Firm but fair... there was no hiding from them... not even in the evenings. Yet it was these two officers who would help out by putting food in fridges for those who had hit hard times and whilst we might run whilst we were in rent arrears... there was no feeling like it when you had got yourself straight and could look them in the eye!

Frank, Alan and Peter spearheaded an improved caretaking and handyman scheme that started around 4:00 am in the morning with the rattle of our letter boxes as the lights were checked and the leaflets delivered for reading over breakfast (or lining the hamster cage) and who remembers Jim Light? Jim took on the small repairs with a big heart and constant chat. He knew what was going on too and all the local knowledge meant that the priorities were those of the tenants.

Every five years the Community Trust went back to door knock EVERY door. We had to bring in further votes of confidence to convince the council that the residents were happy with the way things were going. 



In the old days the only people who knew the complete layout of all the flats were the kids who scampered from block to block, sometimes running from their friends and sometimes running from the police. Now the adults who delivered the leaflets, who did the door knocking and interviewing knew the estate like the back of their hands. They knew where the mess was, where the leaking pipes were, where hanging wires nearly decapitated you, where and why the kicked off doors lay on the walkways. Each and every eyesore was questioned and solutions thrashed out. Our residents wanted to feel proud of where they lived and we wanted to give them somewhere to feel proud of!

The walkways came down and the regeneration moved... oh so slowly and painfully... and expensively across the centre of the estate. The Community Trust was well aware that the Estate Action funding was not going to be enough to improve every home and we had our eye to the future and out ears to the ground... we knew there was another £72 million needed to bring about a decent standard of living for everyone. We could see the way the wind was blowing and we made a conscious decision that we would have to leave the outskirts till last as we knew a partnership with the private sector was the only way to bring in the money. We knew they would not want to build in the centre of an estate but rather around the edges. We had to play the waiting game... a tough time for those living in Bedwell, Thrayle and Barrat Houses... AND IT STILL IS!



Robsart Estate was possibly in a worse position than Stockwell Park. Living cheek by jowl with our residents, the impact of the increasing crime rate had not hit them so hard and the council had not invested any funding at all into their properties. They suffered from freezing chilliness in the winter, failing lighting, an appallingly maintained tower block and the edges of the criminality that had swamped Stockwell Park. We didn't always see eye to eye but we passionately believed that just making our homes look good and leaving Robsart with no funding would not help the area as a whole and so we campaigned to bring them into the new funding stream that we were trying to put together.



When the time came that Lambeth officially told us that they no longer had the money to put in their portion of funding for the improvements - we had only used central government money up until now - we knew that we had to go out there and find a partner to help the Community Trust complete the scheme. We could have given up... but we had made promises to our neighbours... and they knew where we lived!

Three large housing associations were finally selected for the final interviews. Open days were held so that they could meet the residents. We had half thought that there may have been brown paper envelopes passing round with untraceable wads of money in them... well if there were... we saw none. We made our selection based on the wise words of the residents!



  • The estates wanted autonomy
  • The estates wanted to be their own housing association. The estates wanted to be in control of their own destiny
  • The estates wanted the regeneration and were prepared to put up with the inevitable problems that no decant would bring!



Only Network Housing Group offered what we wanted and it took another two years with meetings every Wednesday night down the Community Centre for a group of dedicated residents to thrash out the details with Lambeth and Network. Those residents, and you know who you are, defined the scheme and showed Network that these people were not going to be pushed around. The hugest thanks to everyone who gave up so much of their time and energy to make it work!



Leaseholders had been a scarcity when the Community Trust was first conceived. We had always known that home ownership would rise as the environment improved and people felt more confident in their surroundings. The Trust had Ina Hughes from Burrow House on the board to tell them just how the leaseholders felt. We fought to keep the improvements affordable for those leaseholders who had lived through the bad times with us.  Those who bought after the transfer would have to pay the true costs... but we had a loyalty to those who lived through the dark days of crime and neglect. The estates are nearly one third leasehold now and this brings us new blood as new sub-letters move in.



Residents would be offered one more opportunity to vote for the scheme. Some had quite legitimate reasons for concern... the Community Trust believed that with Network Housing Group in charge of the Regeneration Programme - which would involve building private homes for rent or sale alongside the social housing, our residents would be getting the best possible deal. Support for the community as well as improved and new homes; it was a tempting offer. Rents pegged to council limits, the retention of the right to buy and succession for tenants living in the properties at the time of transfer confirmed, we had been offered the chance to bring in millions of pounds and to keep control. It was an irresistible deal and 87% of residents voted in favour of transferring away from the council into the arms of the resident led Community Trust Housing.

The Community Trust bowed out of housing and focused on people. We had always recognised that it wasn't the bricks and mortar that had leapt off the block to mug us; it wasn't the windows that opened themselves to let in the burglars.  It wasn't tea cups who mugged us... it was people... and in some cases our own neighbours. We needed a common agenda, common ground and an understanding of each others' point of view.

special thanks


One person more than anyone else was responsible for what happened on Stockwell Park and that was Karina O'Doherty. Karina worked for Solon Wandsworth and her job was to support the residents as they went through training and worked with the housing office. What no-one knew was that Karina had another life far away from Powerpoint presentations and rules and regulations. Karina was one of the original movers in the setting up of the Glastonbury Festival. A free spirited individual dedicated to making sure we felt like we had just come off stage, she saw us through the dark times, introduced me to Southern Comfort and encouraged us to lighten the mood with the BIG DAY OUT. "You must be accountable and take the people with you" was her mantra - and she was right. She taught us that the extra half mile never ends, that there is no gain without pain and that people are THE most important consideration and sometimes... just sometimes, SOD the paperwork!

Karina remains as a founding member and trustee of the Community Trust Board, though she has become so very, very ill (our best wishes and thoughts are always with her). There is a plaque in the Housing Office dedicated to her. The name of the Housing Office is KARINA PLACE.



Phillippa was the officer given to us by Lambeth council to keep us all in order!! Poor Phillippa was introduced to the unions as "the woman who was going to take all their jobs away" and to the residents as the equivalent of the thought police. She had to take impotent fury from both sides and did so with grace and good humour. She too knew the importance of people in the equation and supported the Community Trust in their weird and wonderful doings. We threw away received wisdom and did the right thing. Phillippa knew when it was best to leave us alone and when it was best step in. Leaving us alone gave us an opportunity to define who we were and what we wanted to achieve. Phillippa can be seen in BIG DAY OUT videos too.

Representatives of the Community Trust recently attended Phillippa's funeral. Too young to die she had been beaten by cancer. We were proud that her work in Lambeth was remembered in the speeches commemorating her life.



The Housing Manager who WILLINGLY accepted tenant management. A hero of his time Alan was only bad tempered when Wales lost at Rugby. He started his working life stacking shelves. He understood our frustrations ambitions. He suffered the interminable training and meetings with us. He persuaded (most) staff to take us seriously and made sure that we understood the papers in front of us. He fought Lambeth on our behalf and was always the last man out on Christmas Eve. He fought to protect his staff and his of fairness were never far from the debating table. He knew his staff needed a chance to let off steam and our Christmas parties were the stuff of legends. Bar Lorca (now reincarnated as Jamm) was one of the  preferred settings and we used the venue for our two meetings with the Swedish government who twice visited us to ask us "How did you do that"?

Alan knew that the laisse faire attitude we had could not continue after the transfer and so reluctantly we had to let him wander off to pastures new. Whenever I watch Black Books I remember how all Alan wanted to do was run his own book shop. I hope that's what he is doing right now!                  !



Klaus was the landscape architect that Lambeth sent us. The original plans for the estate were entitled SPL 1 FF. When questioned why some of the paint colours were the strangest clashing shades Klaus shrugged and said "Sunday...magic mushrooms". He was a perfect fit for the area and his testament is the walk through the estate to Brixton via the pond and the gardens at Chute House. Klaus put all this into place. He was right!



Paul was our architect from Lambeth. He was a northerner and had nothing but contempt for "soft, southern, shandy drinking, bed wetting b*****ds". Never without a cigarette in his hand Paul went public when he had his vasectomy, arriving at playgroup the very next day in a nutty pair of blue striped pajamas announcing that all of his trousers were "unzippable! What dedication to the cause! Not even a day off! His plans were to prove him right too!





MARTIN was our development officer from Lambeth. This project was taking so long lots of us had children. Martin was one of them - we got to know our officers well. His mission was the unenviable job of telling us that there was not enough money to do what we wanted. He was also on our side. On most subjects (apart from not getting a bigger bathroom in Chute House as the others had!) we could reach agreement through negotiation (arguing), debate (lots of yelling) and capitulation - almost as if it were real life.

Martin (for his sins) is now a trustee of the Community Trust. Most useful when you have a refurbishment on its way.