City Stylin'

words: Georgianna Scurfield

It’s a difficult time to be a statue at the moment. Our very existence is being questioned, reassessed and evaluated. I do feel quite lucky to be standing here in the middle of England brandishing my arrow without having been targeted by angry mobs like old bronzey Colston: he really drew the short straw, being shaped like a slave owner of all things.

I feel privileged that I embody someone who lived before pens and paper were widely used – Mr. Hood’s actions were passed on through word of mouth and only very much later written down on paper, so by then people most likely forgot all the bad stuff he did.

I’ve been here since 1952 and it’s interesting to hear how Rob’s actions translate throughout the generations; he fought the rich to give to the poor. I guess it’s sad that the issues people were having back in the 1300s haven’t changed after 700 years, but that’s kinda good for me. I’m confident that I won’t become outdated, I’ll continue to stand here in all my glory representing the legend of Robin Hood and the never-ending problem with humanity that is the class divide.