This morning I read the sad news that St Kilda’s most infamous boarding house, The Gatwick Private Hotel, is likely to be sold off and turned into boutique accommodation.
The Gatwick is an institution. Despite the ongoing and relentless gentrification and slide into sterility that has been the fate of St Kilda for many years, The Gatwick has remained as a bastion of solace and refuge for those in need. Its doors were always open for those who were down on their luck. Many of the residents include the mentally ill, those with substance abuse issues, sex workers, runaways, drifters, and the homeless. For a time, my mother was one of them. She worked there when she lived on the street; she was given a place to stay when she had nothing and developed a strong affection for the owner and her family.
The hotel is notorious for its drug addicted clientele, many with long criminal histories and chequered pasts. The Gatwick is no stranger to violence either, with numerous homicides joining the overdose body count. On average, police and paramedics visit the hotel about 4-5 times a week.
For those with nowhere else to go, though, the Gatwick has been a place to call home. It offered a sense of permanence and stability to many people for whom the ground under their feet was always uncertain. And more than that, it gave them a strong sense of community.
The three-storey art deco style hotel was originally built as a luxury establishment for single men, and was used to house navy personnel between the world wars. It was taken over by Vicky Carbone and her family in the late 1950s and has operated as a boarding house since then. Now run by Rose and Yvette, two of Vicky’s daughters, The Gatwick provides a place of shelter to approximately 90 people at any one time. The residents are also linked to services such as the Salvation Army food van, which provides essential nutritious meals for the residents.
The hotel has been disparaged both privately and publicly over the years, with news outlets such as The Herald Sun running stories declaring it as a “festering flophouse fleapit in Fitzroy St that grows steadily more notorious as the rest of St Kilda grows rapidly more gentrified”. Yuppies want it gone – I lived in St Kilda for years and heard countless conversations from shiny-haired interlopers, wrinkling their noses in disgust at the ‘bums’ congregating out the front. Reviews on the Gatwick Facebook page urge for it to be shut down, pointing to instances of violence, drugs and prostitution.
What’s missing in all the calls for its removal are viable solutions. The owners were only able to take over the hotel through the provision of a $2.5 million dollar low interest loan from the State Government, which was conditional on the Gatwick to continue providing low-cost boarding house style accommodation to tenants who are eligible for public housing. When you shut it down, where do those people go? Rents in Victoria are out of control and there are currently 34,726 people on Victoria’s public housing list, with people waiting approximately 7 years to receive stable accommodation.
The owners of the Gatwick are now retiring after more than five decades of compassionately caring for those on whom society turns its backs. Together with their mother, Vicky, they have provided a safe haven for those in need. My mother always spoke of Vicky fondly. I met Rose and Ettie when I was a kid, and we stayed there for a time when I was 13. We had nowhere else to go and we made the most of it.
Sure, the lobby smelled like booze and cigarettes and the shared bathroom facilities were unappealing, but my mother always impressed upon me the importance of having ‘a roof over your head’.
I remember opening the cabinet above the corner sink and hearing the voices of those in the room below us increase in volume. My brother and I stood there, opening and shutting the doors, hearing the swearing and laughter below rise and fall with the movement and finding a sense of joy in it.
The Gatwick is far from perfect but it has made an indelible mark on St Kilda and all who sail in her.