Birmingham Mayor Randall Woodfin gives update on efforts to reduce blighted houses
The city has completed demolition of 126 structures in 2025. The demolition budget for 2025 is $1.5 million, and nearly 2,500 demolitions have been completed by the city since 2018. The average cost is between $4,000 and $7,000 for a residential structure.
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'Neighborhood revitalization is our top priority,' Woodfin said. 'The city is committed to removing blighted structures and enhancing public safety in our communities. City departments coordinate each week to target problem areas to ensure our efforts are effective in creating positive change in our neighborhoods.'
The city's current operating budget reserves more than $20 million for neighborhood revitalization, including resurfacing, sidewalks and traffic calming. Residents can report neighborhood concerns by dialing 311.
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