I thought I’d struck gold with Robyn Travis’s ‘Prisoner to the Streets’, and in some ways, I had. I’ve been researching for a late draft of the young adult novel I’m finishing and I wanted to get in to the mind of the protagonist. My book is set in Hackney – I’ve lived there since 1997 and know the terrain well. As I was doing the slightly lazy Amazon search thing, I found this book, an ‘ex-bad bwoy’ memoir set in these very streets. Thanks, Amazon algorithms. Just what I needed.
The author, Robyn Travis, promises ‘NO FRONTING. Just honesty’. And to some extent, this is true. Travis doesn’t try and make himself look good in this.
‘Prisoner’ starts with a chase – Travis and his mate, Darker, pursued through the streets by ‘Boi-dem’, the police. Both boys are carrying guns. He wonders how he gets himself into this – again. We then head back to his early childhood on the borders of Hackney and Tottenham. These time seem relatively happy in spite of extreme poverty, his father disappearing and apparently faking his own death and harassment from racists. His mother toughens him and his older brother up by insisting they fight with anyone that wrongs them and ‘she would ‘dish out’ beatings like it was slavery times’. Along with shoes and a belt called ‘johnny’, a curtain wire with a hook and eye was also a handy weapon of chastisement. As Travis says, ‘Mum didn’t ramp when it comes to licks’.
Throughout the book, Travis talks about ‘the switch’, the blind anger that surrounds his violence, but rather frustrating for me, this feels like the only insight he has into his behaviour. He and his brother are both eventually permanently excluded from school; his brother becomes a ‘dream chaser’ – a drug dealer – while Travis refuses that route. At various times he tries different manual jobs to earn money, but always with the fierce allegiance to his friends. He carries a knife and is stabbed and hospitalised. He starts carrying a gun. His mum is evicted and the vulnerable fifteen-year-old is rehoused in adult homeless hostels amongst drug addicts and those with serious mental health difficulties. He sleeps with a gun under his pillow and people he knows are killed. His mother marries a crack smoker. His beloved grandmother dies from a heart attack shortly after Travis is involved in a knife fight by her house…
Yes. It is a difficult read. Much of the tale supports the findings of some of the more sensitive and thoughtful gang journalists and commentators – these are not the organised gangs beloved of the sensational press. These are loose and constantly changing allegiances of young men whose lives are shaped by ‘beefs’, ‘ride or die’, revenge and reputation. Surprisingly quickly, life becomes cheap.
One touch I enjoyed was the occasional voices from other people. Travis’s mother has a section, likewise a couple of primary school teachers. The most emotional contribution is from the mother of a young man that Travis stabs.
I wanted more of this. I am pretty liberal, but I spent so much time yelling at this book ‘ Take responsibility!’ (Best not do that in a crowded bus.) ‘How can you complain that the police harass you when you behave that way?’ ‘Do you know what it’s like sitting in a bus with your young child, adrenalin revving because you think something’s going to kick off with the boys who’ve just got on?’ ‘Do you know how many London mothers are terrified that their sons are getting drawn into that crap or they’re going to get shot?’ There are no descriptions of the times he spent in a police cell. What was the first time like – was a line crossed? Or much acknowledgement of the people who tried to intervene – the school coach, the solicitor and maybe others who would have been constantly let down.
And what about other people trying to live their lives without all that random violence and aggression going on? The people in Holly Street and London Fields, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire. Last year, I was walking through London Fields early on a winter’s evening. The woman walking in front of me stopped dead so quickly I almost slapped in to her back. A group of young black guys on bikes were riding towards her. They rode straight past – but just the possibility of them being local gang boys made her freeze solid. In 2007, Stevens Nyembo-Ya-Muteba was stabbed to death outside his home in Holly Street after asking ‘gang’ members to quieten down. Is that what it’s all about?
Travis is a father, son, brother, neighbour. He has turned his life round and is trying to stop others following path. But after reading 254 pages, I still didn’t understand Travis’s choices, or why it was so easy to go back to your room, change into your tracksuit, pick up your weapon and get ready to kill a man.
Prisoner to the Streets is published by The X Press http://www.prisonerofthestreets.com