WHEN Henry Morton Stanley explored the Congo River’s Boyoma Falls, the cascades weren’t the only thing he noticed: “Every three or four miles we came in view of the black traces of the destroyers. The scarred stakes, poles of once populous settlements, scorched banana groves, and prostrate palms, all betokened ruthless ruin.”
The perpetrators of this wreckage were slavers. As late as 1883—when Stanley wrote—they were scouring the African countryside for people they could seize and haul into bondage. Their gruesome search destroyed whole villages, leaving once-prosperous areas devoid of inhabitants. Their forced marches to the coast were ghastly, with the exposed bones of captives who died along the way so numerous they practically served as trail markers. Those who survived the ordeal—fewer than half, by some estimates—were exported to the world’s final repository of slavery: the Islamic world.





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