Olympic afterlife: the real legacy of the London Games for Stratford
With construction limiting public services and investors cashing in on ‘the Olympic effect’, Stratford’s residents are wondering whether hosting the Games was really worth it
Stratford’s Olympics legacy: boon or bust? Share your experiences
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Like the rest of Stratford, though, the old shopping centre was at the mercy of the gods of Olympus – and it clearly didn’t fit with the image Newham council wanted to project to the world. As the Games approached, the council tried to hide the building behind a particularly egregious piece of public art: a shoal of iridescent lozenges on sticks. These concealed nothing, merely added a citrusy top-note to the dog’s dinner of the ring road.
A more substantial threat came from Westfield, the gigantic mall and “gateway to the Games”, which had opened shortly before I moved to the area. I was sceptical about its boring shops and the threat they posed to local businesses. Above all, I was repulsed by the cacophonous architecture of the place, and the fake public space inside. But eventually I learned to love Westfield, too, for the enormous relief of no longer having to go to Oxford street for shopping – and for the people-watching opportunities it afforded. Thankfully, it also turned out to do the old shopping centre little harm – footfall has if anything increased there, thanks to Stratford’s transformation into a shopping “destination”.
If, however, I was charmed by Stratford and seduced by Westfield, there was one big unavoidable blot on my new home’s escutcheon: the Olympics. It wasn’t that I was outraged by the abuse of the existing landscape. The psycho-geographer’s romance of the Lea valley was never high on my agenda – I like post-industrial wastelands as much as the next man, but to leave a huge tranche of inner-city land unoccupied in the middle of a housing shortage is stupid. My problem was more with what would be built on it, and for whom. [...continues at length...]