i think the point here (or should be) is not where you live, but how you conduct yourself. my council street is nestled in between "private" streets and hardly anyone in this street sends their children to the local school as it is very rough. (first hand experience here). One of the women i so used to look down on is in fact, i admit, a much better mother than me, with an immaculate house.
the sense of community here is something else. when i lived in the mortgaged house one day i was outside the doctors and my son had a mild athma attack. i saw my neighbour walking down the road, my son was slumped in a doorway, we were waiting for a taxi to the hospital. he was ok compared to most of his attacks (you know your own child, when its dangerous and when its not, he was exhausted but not in his asthma danger zone as such) but i imagine he looked pretty bad to passers by. this neighbour stopped, uuummmd and ahhhhd and said she was so sorry but she could not give us a lift to hospital. i explained that we didnt need one and she continued on her merry way.
yet if it had been now, where i live. i am in no doubt whatsoever that my neighbour would have insisted we jump in their car to go to a & e, no questions asked.
im glad i live here. i may be regarded as a scrubber but i know i have people here that will look after us. they never expect anything back, they are happy to help.