The farmers market the chapter planted

The lot had weeds, a broken fence, and no shade. By July it had tables, a scale, and farmers who had been selling at the edge of the county because no market in the city would rent them a stall. Black Lives Matter treated food as infrastructure and the market as a network. Shoppers paid with cash, with cards, with EBT, and with the tokens the chapter raised so nobody had to be turned away. Money that once left the block now stayed, and the growers who had been invisible were suddenly asked for their prices. The market became a channel between people who had never met, and the message was that the neighborhood could feed itself. The model is old and simple: put the producer and the eater in the same square. Which food in your city travels the farthest to reach the people who need it most?