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Issue 11 - March 1973 |
C'Est La Vie (Frentch - The Knaas) |
![]() Mr Graham insists that the University is the city's benefactor. Commenting on the disastrous appearance of New Elvet he reassured us that it would look fine once Elvet Riverside 2 had been built and when "the city does its bit" and completes its own development on the far side of Elvet Bridge. Then says Mr Graham the river bank will have continuity ... there will be a pleasant riverside walk which the local people can enjoy. The mind boggles. The University, of course, is not the only offender - Milburngate House and the loathsome Woolworths and Marks and Spencer buildings bear witness to this. It is merely one of the three most powerful institutions in Durham, the others being the City Council and the Church (which is not involved in this issue since it presumably wants to preserve the Cathedral and its environs). But it ought, as an institution of learning, to be enlightened and reasonably aware of its environment and the people who live there. Instead it looks exclusively to its own interests and is engaged in fact if not in spirit in a carve-up of the city with the far from enlightened city council (see Ferret 2). Ian Graham wants to know who complains. He hears no complaints because he thinks the city is the Council and a handful of tradesmen who benefit from the purchasing power of students and people who attend conferences. The students don't complain because they are too immersed in their own interests - more so than students from many other Universities. The people who lose are people the University scarcely know exist. They don't live in the city, because no-one can, because the houses are being knocked down and rents are rising phenomenally. They are the people who live on the borders of the city in housing estates provided for them by the Council, people who work all week and are allowed into the city on Saturdays to fight their way along crowded pavements to the shops and those pubs that are left; who wait in endless dreary bus queues; who sometimes mourn the passing of an old haunt but feel powerless to do anything about it; who are cheated and taken for granted; whose needs are largely unknown and whose opinions are not really taken into consideration - ever. |