She’d been working there for years when the museum began work. She refused to say “in the community”. She thought it made her sound at best like a visitor and at worse like a colonialist. She’d got to know the knitting ladies and the kids that played on the patch of green in the shadow of the towerblocks, as grandparents watched from the balconies. She’d stood back as the families transformed the estate for the Jubilee. The museum team had asked her to liaise. They wanted to be ‘”respectful”, they said. not disturb the “tight-knit” community as they captured it.