Where is the city, where’s its vibe, what’s its identity? Does it still have a collective sense of being? Do people say things like “I’m proud to be a Brummy”? Or has the name Birmingham, just become the convenient term, for somewhere in the West Midlands?
True, the vandals may have made their mark, yet the homeless still reside there; and the skaters use it as a stunt park even though the developers have claimed it as theirs. So when will you stand up and take note that you could make it what you will and show the same spirit that took the care to build Bridges fit for Roman Empires, canals that go on for miles and pavements lined with decorative brick?
A city’s confidence does not reside in the number of skyscrapers and multi-million pound developments it boasts, but rather shines through in the industry and enterprise of the people that make it such an attractive prospect for development.
Similarly a citizen’s pride does not flow from a knowledge of an ever increasing array of retail centres and shops but rather in their hard work and sense of their contribution. (what Cedric Price might have said about Birmingham)