The case of the Zong was one that changed the political scene for the abolitionist movement. It illustrated, for many, for the first time, the utter horror that was the slave trade. But before it gained infamy, before it could become part of the movement, it was simply the case of 132 African people drowned for an insurance claim.
There's no point in glamourizing it, in dulling the blow, the Zong and the subsequent case of Gregson v. Gilbert was a trial in which slavers tried to be financially compensated for mass murder.
Because of a navigational error enroute to Jamaica, the Zong ended up lost at sea for more days than they had water for. The solution? Indiscriminately throw men, children and women overboard in batches. Even worse the only reason we know about this case today is because the ship owners tried to sue their insurers to be recompensed for the lost 'cargo'. (And while they were eventually convicted... it was for fraud if you can imagine that.)
Anyway, when I first heard about this a few months ago I had chills, there's a certain heaviness that befell me. Reading this was a unique form of torture, it is, without any doubt, fabulously written and spares no details, but it does not spare details. One part that really struck me was after a chapter of hearing about the horrors the 442 Africans faced aboard the Zong was the added detail they had no idea where they were going, or that they were going somewhere. The torture mentally would've went on forever. Not withstanding when the interim captain and crew started actually murdering them, they could hear all the people thrown overboard screaming. One english speaking African man before being killed went so far as to beg for all of their lives.
It didn't work.
It was really tough for me to get through this, because it isn't a work of fiction, the fact that we as people are capable of such casual hate, or maybe more apt, indifference to suffering is quite cowing. Halfway through I dispensed any notions I had that we have a natural propensity for good... in the wake of the results of the American elections, ongoings in Gaza, children being murdered, women being burned alive in commercial ovens, husbands assaulting their wives, and letting 'friends' partake... it felt too topical, too heavy.
But I guess what is most amazing about this book is it doesn't leave you with the events of the Zong. Instead it leaves us with its legacy. I am outraged, I'm horrified, but so were the people then. Granville Sharp dedicated his life to the abolition movement, forsaking everything else in his life but making the slave trade a condemned thing. And honestly hearing about all the people who, upon hearing about the Zong, changed the course of their lives to bring such an abominable practice to its end... it was hopeful in the softest way. We might not have a propensity for good, but neither is there an inclination for evil.
The slave trade has always been a monolith for me. It was always only been the idea of Black people being enslaved, Black people being hurt by the western world to the minute level of legislation, reading this was a retelling of sorts. It was never as simple as it 'just happening'. I didn't know how many rebellions had been on slave ships. They were chained yes, but not so much to subjugate as a measure of protection. The crew and captains of slave ships were in constant fear of the African people they'd taken. Of uprisings, which happened more often than I would have ever thought.
And that hopeful feeling is my takeaway from this, that at every turn people have always been outraged, horrified when we should be horrified, things have never 'just happened' regardless of end results. And I know that since its a history book, it is necessitated to be a factual retelling of events and one would think there should be less to laud in terms of prose and craft. But this book was accessible, guttural and most extremely comprehensive.
5 stars