The Lady In The Sabra Hat

Food deserts are not natural, and neither are famines.

The Garden

I’m covered in mulch up to my elbows, standing on a picnic table, lecturing a bunch of strangers on the racist history of a highway. Alex is stopping another volunteer from using the community garden as their personal market. We are in a small triangle lot along the north side of Virginia’s oldest public housing neighborhood, Gilpin Court. Per…