I began this project as I often do: with an outsize sized idea informed by my own fascination with and dedication to evolving feminist values, histories, and coalition-making strategies.

When I’m lucky and my eyes are open, a project about an “idea” rapidly becomes a project about people. There is no such thing as feminism with feminists, there is no such thing as reproductive justice without reproductive justice workers. I learn and re-learn this lesson on every project: that human beings make these organizations work and run, and that they – who are both pictured in this work and enable its conditions – are the most fitting subject of creative inquiry-making and mutual care networking.

The annual theme of 2022-2023 George Gund photography commission is reproductive justice; as the artist selected to contend with this subject, and as a resident of Ohio, I sought to better understand the clinics and health center landscape around Cleveland. It was important to at once make photographs of the people doing this work in the present moment as well as to reach back in history – in some cases, to before the point that abortion was legalized in 1972 – and braid together those found and authored images in larger sets. Time was not to function linearly, but more like a constellation in which photographs of reproductive care works across decade met one another.

I began conversations around this project after the Dobbs decision was leaked and just weeks before it was formally announced. Because I live in Columbus (just a few miles from the statehouse), I was at that point already subject to the so-called “heartbeat bill” which denies legal and safe abortion between five or six weeks after conception (and around which no exceptions are made for “hard cases” such as rape, incest, or a fetus determined to possibly have Down syndrome). Folks were mobilizing, but there was, and is, also so much despair. While this project works to picture reproductive justice workers for all they do – from pap smears to birth work to gender affirming care – to not name abortion as an urgent part of this picture, at this moment, would be entirely misguided .The stripping of that essential right undergirded my desire to make this project, and learn from the workers who are and were engaged in care, advocacy, and struggle.

The project started slowly: I asked friends and comrades who they knew in Cleveland who were engaged in this work. When I met people, I asked them too. Barbara Tannenbaum, the curator of photography at the Cleveland Museum of Art, pointed me to Roberta Aber, who pointed me to Bonnie Bolitho and Betsey Kaufman, the former CEOs of greater planned parenthood in Canton and Cleveland, respectively, who hosted me at their home many times. I found my way to the Western Reserve Historical Society, which holds the regional planned parenthood papers, and to Cleveland State University’s Special Collections, where a generous librarian Elizabeth Piwkowski helped me locate and scan a portion of the Womanspace photographs from their albums. Perhaps most meaningfully of all, I found my way to Preterm, a clinic that has been opened since 1974.With the utmost generosity, Sri Thakkilapati and Colleen Damerell surfaced their archival material for me, allowing me to scan photographs from their collection as I needed. I also recorded audio interviews with Sri, along with Chrisse France (the former director of preterm), and Bonnie and Betsey. This work does and cannot exist without these acts of trust and openness; they make everything possible, and I am so, so grateful.

Perhaps the greatest challenge of all was making my own pictures for this project, an exercise that I have fallen out of practice with. While I am trained as a photographer, and teach photography to students at OSU, I moved away from shooting pictures for my own

work in favor of using archival materials over fifteen years ago. In making this project, I returned to shooting 35mm film – at Preterm, with Bonnie and Betsey, the staff of Birthing Beautiful Communities in Cleveland, and with Iris Harvey, the President and CEO of Planned Parenthood of Greater Ohio, in a health center in Akron. While historical legacy is crucial to this work, too it matters to see it in real time and space, and make sense of reproductive justice care work on a continuum.

It is my hope that this work points to the normalcy of this healthcare work, thereby working to undermine its stigma. These are pictures of (almost exclusively) women staffers answering the phone, readying rooms for patients, having birthday parties in the office, and inputting appointment information into computers. For lack of a better word, this work is unsensational, and the pictures I have made, as with the pictures I have drawn from in the archive, meaningly – powerfully – reflect just that.

CARMEN WINANT, Photographer

Tony Richardson, President of The George Gund Foundation
09/07/2022

In 2007, The George Gund Foundation started requiring all organizations seeking a grant from the Foundation to include a statement on their approaches and/or ideas for reducing greenhouse gas emissions. Fifteen years later, all grant requests still contain a statement on climate change and, according to many of our partners, the Gund Foundation has created a space whereby all organizations—regardless of their organizational mission or programmatic focus—are encouraged to think and act boldly on ways to address climate change. While no single person, corporation, or governmental entity can single-handedly resolve such complex issues as climate change, racism, sexism, or threats to democracy, it is our belief that everyone can make a contribution. In that spirit, the Foundation will continue to do our small part to support organizations and coalitions working cross sectionally and interdependently to address the myriad of challenges outlined in our What We Believe statement.

I assumed the role of president of the Foundation in January. Here, as well as in my previous time working in organized philanthropy, I have noticed several evolutions of practice in the broader funder community. The COVID-19 pandemic—along with the racial reckoning following the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and Ahmaud Arbery—made many of us reevaluate our organizational values, beliefs, culture, behaviors, and work. Today, there appears to be less emphasis on notions of “mission drift” as organizations are approaching their work through a more holistic, multi-faceted, and justice-centered lens. For example, organizations such as Black Environmental Leaders (BEL) and Ohio Environmental Council (OEC) may be perceived—based solely upon their respective names—as traditional environmental organizations. However, BEL and OEC’s work is deeply entrenched in democracy building as they realize that climate justice and a thriving democracy are inextricably linked.

Earlier this year, I had the privilege to meet with Dannielle Bowman, recipient of the 2021–22 George Gund Foundation Photography Commission. While reviewing Dannielle’sportfolio, I was utterly inspired by the various nonprofit leaders, their connection to place, and the work they are doing to advance climate justice. From urban farming and community solar to inclusive environmental access and advocacy, we are witnessing a more racially diverse collective of environmental and climate leaders emerge in Cleveland (and beyond). In the past, BIPOC faces and voices were noticeably absent in mainstream conversations on environmental issues, even though BIPOC communities are disproportionately affected by climate change realities such as heat waves, droughts, massive flooding, rising sea levels, and land erosion. Indeed, there now seems to be an ideological shift and consensus among climate enthusiasts that:

1. We cannot achieve climate justice without racial justice;
2. In order to address climate issues, we must support democracy building efforts at all levels of government; and
3. No form of justice can be realized without centering the voices and lived experiences and expertise of the people most impacted by an injustice or a series of injustices.

Since many socio-economic-political issues are interconnected, complex, and multi-dimensional, our responses must be equally multifaceted and comprised of coalitions that are multi-racial, multi-gender, and multi-issue based. We must also leverage various methods of communication, including non-traditional media sources, to help inform and advance our interests in preserving democracy.

The rapid growth in multimedia platforms certainly has its fair share of drawbacks, but it has also created agency and space for historically marginalized groups to reclaim their stories and shape their own narrative. Journalism is a core tenet of democracy, and no democracy can flourish without timely, transparent, and truthful information. Through more strategic investments in journalism, media, and narrative change, we can further obliterate historical misrepresentations of who people are and their capacity to contribute to the advancement of civil society. There is an abundance of untapped expertise in community, but—in order to unlock it—people in positions of influence and power must reexamine traditional notions of “expertise” and dare to explore fundamental questions such as:

Who determines expertise?

Who are the faces of expertise?

Where does expertise reside?

Are there varying degrees of expertise?

Expertise derives from the word “expert,” and an expert is characterized as a person who has a comprehensive and authoritative knowledge of or skill in a particular area. “

How can we begin to solve for some of the most pressing issues in communities without valuing or utilizing the knowledge and skill of the people who navigate and survive those communities on a daily basis? How can we use narrative change and meaningful messaging to amplify lived experience expertise? We rely on surgeons to conduct surgeries. We entrust electricians to wire our homes. In that same vein—we should listen to and learn from the experts whose lives are most impacted by systemic racism, sexism, homophobia, patriarchy, and all other forms of oppression.

Lastly, we must not forget our civic duty to continually revisit the United States of America’s promise of life, liberty, and justice for all, and honestly ask ourselves: are we fulfilling it or betraying it?

Tony Richardson, President of The George Gund Foundation

David T. Abbott, President of the George Gund Foundation
07/29/2021

I was 10 in the fall of 1962 when the San Francisco Giants and Los Angeles Dodgers tied for the National League pennant and were to meet in a three-game playoff. Unhappily, our TV was broken and my parents couldn’t afford to fix it but they agreed to let one of my brothers and me stay a few days with two elderly great aunts who lived on the other side of our town of Fremont, Ohio. I was especially excited to watch one of my heroes, the Giants’ star Willie Mays, who played baseball with greater skill and enthusiasm than anyone.

As it turned out, events far from the ballfield intruded. While Mays dazzled the Dodgers, a man I had never heard of, James Meredith, was trying to enroll in the University of Mississippi and become the first Black American to do so. The university and the state repeatedly tried to block him. Whites rioted. A reporter and a bystander were killed. The nation was riveted.

All of this entered America’s homes through the evening TV news, which was a staple at our aunts’ house. During a broadcast of the turmoil surrounding Meredith, one of my aunts remarked, “I just don’t see why he has to go there and cause all that trouble.”

Her words hit me like a slap—for the simple reason that Meredith had the same color skin as Willie Mays. If Meredith could not attend that school, then neither could my hero, and the unfairness of that was obvious even to my young mind.

It took the legal and military power of the federal government to open that door for Meredith and those who followed him. Racism had long since shriveled the hearts of the men running Mississippi. They did not worry about electoral consequences for their acts because they continually appealed to the worst fears and racial hatred of many whites and because they used the law to control who voted.

So, here we are nearly 60 years later struggling yet again with similar issues. The challenge of this moment is once more free and fair access to the ballot box. This time it is not  democrats setting up the barriers; it is Republicans. This time it is not a battle focused primarily in the South; it is nationwide. This time the racial dimension of the battle is less overt but the same ultimate question looms: What sort of country do we want America to be?

Do we want a democracy that keeps striving to live up to its founding ideals? Or are we willing to let an elite minority continue to distort the democratic process in order to cement its hold on power?

Their democracy-corrupting weapons are many: Torrents of unaccountable cash from unknown sources. Extreme gerrymandering. Outrageous lies about voting fraud, stoking fears that elections are being stolen. Suppressing the turnout of low-income, elderly and Black and Brown voters by making it harder and less convenient to cast a ballot.

The right to vote is the very essence of democracy. Throughout our history we have gradually expanded that franchise but each expansion followed a long struggle. Now, as the country’s demographics are evolving to become less white, the Republican Party has grasped for ways to seize or maintain control of power, even if it means undermining the right to vote.

Donald Trump was a godsend to these anti-democracy forces because he is uniquely unmoored from truth and from any respect for the democratic system. When he could see that he was losing his grip on power, he began shouting the Big Lie that the election would be stolen from him. He has not stopped. The Big Lie fueled the murderous insurrection at the U.S. Capitol on January 6. And even more ominously, it is being wielded by most of the Republican Party to justify state-by-state restrictions on voting, including in Ohio.

Four out of five Republicans have swallowed the Big Lie. Trust in the fairness of elections has been shaken. Republican Congresswoman Liz Cheney, daughter of the former vice president and one of the few members of her party to stand up to Trump, quite accurately wrote in May, “The 2020 presidential election was not stolen. Anyone who claims it was is spreading THE BIG LIE, turning their back on the rule of law, and poisoning our democratic system.”

How much more of that poison can our democracy withstand?

American democracy has always been imperfect. We have rid our Constitution of some of the founders’ compromises but we still live with others. In addition, societal supports for the constitutional order are weaker. Institutions of all kinds have less legitimacy. The media information sources that we shared in prior eras are now fragmented and some are mere propaganda. And now a major political party has become a cult in thrall to a megalomaniacal liar. The most dire warnings about the threats to democracy no longer seem far-fetched. It now seems possible that a Republican-controlled Congress could refuse to certify the results of a future election if the American people choose a Democrat.

Yet, as a wise man once said, the solution to the problems of democracy is more democracy: More people engaged as active citizens with their communities and country. More avenues for that engagement. More accountability for lying, for inciting division and animosity. More respect for facts and truth. More people voting.

These are not easily achieved but all of us—including foundations—can help to move the country toward them. By being vigilant and active citizens. By organizing with others. By demanding truth and calling out lies. By advocating for policies and candidates in support of democracy. By standing with those who are targets of hatred and victims of prejudice. And as long as there are elections—free and fair elections—there is hope.

That hope, that faith is captured in the photo essay featured in this annual report. Brian Palmer, an award-winning photographer and journalist, portrays Clevelanders exercising their citizenship rights even with the nation in the grip of a pandemic. The fact that voting turnout increased at such a time is testament to the captivating appeal of democracy. This is what democracy looks like.

As I think back, I realize the turn my life took on that day in the fall of 1962. It began the never-ending process of opening my eyes to a world of issues and injustices beyond my narrow direct experience. It helped to set me on my own course of trying to live out active  and constructive citizenship. A career embracing journalism, politics, government, nonprofits and philanthropy has given me countless opportunities for engagement. I loved them all but no role has been more gratifying than being at this incomparable institution for nearly two decades. It will soon come to a close. The time for transition to new leadership will arrive when I retire at the end of 2021. I owe endless thanks to our trustees for their wise insights and their unwavering commitment and backing; to my staff colleagues for the passion, conviction and dedication they always bring to our work; to our many grant partners who undertake the inspiring efforts I have been honored to help support; and to Cleveland, which has been and will remain my favorite place from which to face the world.

New paths await.

David Abbott, President

Brian Palmer, Journalist & Photographer

I’m at least as much a journalist as I am an artist. Most folks would say I’m more of the former than the latter.

I’m also the son of parents who endured a familiar strain of American racism—that of white against Black—systemic and personal. Edith, my mom, born in 1936, attended integrated public schools in Queens, NY, but confronted bigotry as she pursued a career in teaching in Long Island and New York City. She was the “first Black” in many positions, and she has both scars and wisdom from these experiences.

Eddie, my dad, born in 1928, never recovered from the government’s seizure of his family’s land in York County, VA, in 1943 to build a Seabee training base. His entire majority-Black community was dispossessed. Resettlement options open to whites were closed to Blacks because of Jim Crow. My father, the grandson of enslaved people who in freedom helped found the village where he was born—and from which he was evicted—served during the Korean War just two years after President Truman’s desegregation order. While stationed in Germany, Eddie fought no battles with Germans, but many against racist white soldiers from the Deep South who resented him—his sergeant’s stripes, his ability to speak a smattering of German, and his popularity with the local (white) ladies. He came home to the same Jim Crow–sick nation in 1952.

My parents passed on this history to me and my sister—my father with a bone-deep bitterness; my mother with caution, weariness, and an iota or two of hope for a better future for her children. They sensitized me to racial prejudice and white supremacist attitudes, even before I had a name for these perceived forces and threats. I wake up each day knowing that my mere Black presence will frighten or offend some non-Black person. It happens in Richmond, in New York, in Cleveland—all cities with plenty of Black folk—when I enter spaces not typically frequented by Black people. Are my reactions perceptions or misperceptions? Sometimes it’s crystal clear, sometimes not. The point is, not thinking about race is a luxury I don’t have.

For me, American democracy is more of a promise, too often broken when made to people of color, than a lived reality—or a real possibility. In some places it seems unattainable. I felt this keenly in Cleveland and about Cleveland. On paper/in pixels, the city’s poverty rate is staggering. The poverty rate among African Americans is even more shocking. Many times a day, I ask myself questions that may seem basic, but that clearly have not been answered, in Cleveland or anywhere else: How can such privation and deprivation exist in this rich nation with its rhetoric of equal opportunity? Why do racially discriminatory systems, patterns, and practices endure?

These photos are expressions of my anger, cynicism, hope, and so many other feelings about the opportunities available to Black people in this democracy, this nation that still cannot fully contend with its ugly past; where so many white citizens are wedded to myths and delusions of white supremacy that are toxic to the physical and mental health of people of color, and to the health of our country. I worried—and still worry—that my photos would be too depressing, too dispiriting.

I visited Cleveland three times. COVID-19 was a factor, a presence on all of these trips and had a profound effect on how I made photos—mostly from a distance. In October 2020, I visited during early voting in a presidential election that pitted the incumbent, our nation’s most antidemocratic and racist president in modern times, against a sane, if uninspiring, politician who was human. Along with many millions of others, I was terrified that my countrypeople would keep him in office despite his demonstrable and toxic antipathy to people like me and those I love—Black, Muslim, Latinx, unrich, queer, etc. It was a scary time. Nineteen-year-old Vincent Belmonte was killed by police in East Cleveland my first day in town in January 2021. The January 6 insurrection happened the day after. During my third stay, Daunte Wright was shot and killed by police in Brooklyn Center, MN. I am embarrassed to write that the details of his killing, so clear at the time, are now hazy. Wright’s story blends with those of the other African Americans whose lives were taken by law enforcement officers.

In spite of the awfulness I describe above, I found hope and affirmation from the folks at University Settlement, Famicos, Twelve Literary Arts, Kirk Middle School, Shaw High School—and even the folks at the Garfield Heights Funeral Home. They were doing what they do every day, serving their community. Proudly. To me, they are the bulwarks of our creaky democracy, the folks who grind through obstacles—structural, situational, whatever—to get things done for those around them.

My faith is in them, their dedication, tenacity, patience—and their palpable achievements. By documenting these people and the work they do I hope to convey my hope that democracy will be realized by and for the people now trapped at its margins.

Brian Palmer, Journalist & Photographer