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Joann Evansgardner and Gerry Gardner
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Joann and Gerry helped people who didn't know them and often didn't know they were being helped by them. Pittsburgh would be more polluted were it not for them. From the time she was in grade school and saw how girls were tracked in different directions than boys and resolved to fight it, Joann consistently, faithfully, doggedly, and (usually) quietly worked for a better neighborhood and world. I saw tears of frustration come to her eyes at the memory of her childhood frustration at the way things were. I remember her bringing up "the Hazelwood lung" (a reference to the fact that medical personnel could easily recognize residents living close to the mill by their chest x-rays). I remember how she and Gerry and Sam Strati and others went door to door in that smoky neighborhood to detail disease rates to nudge the Health Department and get support for our eventually successful campaign to stop the building of a new mill on the site of the old. I saw, at meetings at their home, high walls full of files recording battles for women's rights, minority rights, environmental justice and protection. I remember the CHOC (Citizens Helping Our Community) meetings which were so intense sometimes they were a little scary- real democracy, with deeply felt opinions. I remember her liaison with GASP (Group Against Smog and Pollution) and his work with Sierra Club. I remember Gerry's quiet but devastatingly scientific rebuttals of authorities' status quo decisions, and I remember how time after time Joann would contradict from the audience speakers' statements. No one got away with vague generalities; she cut things to the chase. Decisions were being made that had important consequences, and we knew it. Now the smoke has cleared and we can see the woody hillsides across the river. And I remember how Joann envied fellow activist Billy Bellas's beller, how when he got up to speak you couldn't help but
hear him.
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Joann and Gerry helped people who didn't know them and often didn't know they were being helped by them. Pittsburgh would be more polluted were it not for them. From the time she was in grade school and saw how girls were tracked in different directions than boys and resolved to fight it, Joann consistently, faithfully, doggedly, and (usually) quietly worked for a better neighborhood and world. I saw tears of frustration come to her eyes at the memory of her childhood frustration at the way things were. I remember her bringing up "the Hazelwood lung" (a reference to the fact that medical personnel could easily recognize residents living close to the mill by their chest x-rays). I remember how she and Gerry and Sam Strati and others went door to door in that smoky neighborhood to detail disease rates to nudge the Health Department and get support for our eventually successful campaign to stop the building of a new mill on the site of the old. I saw, at meetings at their home, high walls full of files recording battles for women's rights, minority rights, environmental justice and protection. I remember the CHOC (Citizens Helping Our Community) meetings which were so intense sometimes they were a little scary- real democracy, with deeply felt opinions. I remember her liaison with GASP (Group Against Smog and Pollution) and his work with Sierra Club. I remember Gerry's quiet but devastatingly scientific rebuttals of authorities' status quo decisions, and I remember how time after time Joann would contradict from the audience speakers' statements. No one got away with vague generalities; she cut things to the chase. Decisions were being made that had important consequences, and we knew it. Now the smoke has cleared and we can see the woody hillsides across the river. And I remember how Joann envied fellow activist Billy Bellas's beller, how when he got up to speak you couldn't help but
hear him.
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