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560 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2013
If he had dared open his eyes at the top of his arc, Kidd would have seen the Mississippi Valley laid out before him. Downriver was the great city of New Orleans: the commercial emporium of the Midwest, the principal channel through which Southern cotton flowed to the global economy and foreign capital came into the United States, the largest slave market in North America, and the central artery of the continent’s white overseers’ flirtation with the perverse attractions of global racial domination. Upriver lay hundreds of millions of acres of land. Land that had been forcibly incorporated into the United States through diplomacy…and violence…; land that had been promised to white yeoman farmers but was being worked by black slaves; land that had been stripped bare and turned to the cultivation of cotton; land that had been stripped bare and turned into the cultivation of cotton; land in the United States of America that was materially subservient to the caprice of speculators in distant markets; land…for which, in a few short years, young men would fight and die.
As it closed, the collar would occlude and perhaps crush [Lopez’s] windpipe, and drive the base of his tongue upward into his throat. The closing off of his air supply and the rising level of carbon monoxide in his blood would cause him to experience a sensation of intense anxiety before he lost consciousness, his heart racing in a desperate effort to reoxygenate his blood. The blockage of his jugular vein would close off the drainage of blood from his head, causing his face to turn blue and swell and his eyes to swim forward out of their sockets. It would take the general several agonizing minutes to die.