Mary Dejevsky on the need for people to be compensated for the ‘blight’ of major developments:
Some will face the loss of their home; those whose property is spared will be blighted by continued planning uncertainty or potential noise and air pollution. Others will suffer years of disruption from the massive construction work a new runway will entail. Only those whose homes are to be demolished will be awarded anything like reasonable compensation, though money will never be enough to offset the loss of familiarity and place.
Indeed not, Mary.
So I look forward to the compensation schemes for those who have their lives and areas blighted by the government’s mass immigration policy, or resettlement of ‘child’ refugees, or ‘care in the community’ schemes, or official foot-dragging on clearing away illegal traveller encampments…
I admit to a personal interest here. For the best part of four years the peace of our particularly quiet London flat was destroyed by the demolition and commercial redevelopment of a large government building next door. There was no compensation, not even a discount on council tax, and councils have no real interest in pursuing breaches of noise and other regulations because of the time and cost.
If compensation for disruption were levied upfront and fines for subsequent breaches had to be paid direct to affected neighbours (as for late trains), developers might not be more compliant, but they would have – slightly – happier neighbours. Far from being bribery, this would be an acknowledgement that quality of life is worth something.
Indeed so. A splendid idea.
Hey, local council, that shelter for teenage drug addicts and single mothers that’ll become a magnet for ASB, that’ll cost you a couple of thousand.
A mosque in this area, with the crowded parking? Sure thing, councillor, pony up the readies first!
Sorry, council leaders, but the fine for all that dumped rubbish left by the travellers in my local park will wipe out any plans you had to re-do the Town Hall.
It will work like this too, won’t it, Mary?