I started this book before the pandemic but returned it to the library shortly after the start. It always nagged me I didn't get to finish it, and I'm certainly glad I finally did.
The devil, as they say, is in the details. I'd known some about Newport's dependence on the triangle trade but I had never heard of the "negro cloth" manufactured in RI mills that was used to clothe southern plantations, or how widespread slave use was in South County, or etc., etc. etc. When one considers how fully entrenched the slavery business was in America's economy it's a wonder it ever ended at all, no matter how begrudgingly.
One term the author uses that I particularly like is "enslaved Rhode Islanders." It's a little thing, and I find it hard to express why I found it so poignant.
Things are not completely dour; there's the creation of the first black mutual aid society and the first black-funded school supervised and administrated by black Americans, as well as patriotic service, and fests, and other attempts at agency and self-respect in the face of a world of indifference and outright oppression.
The book can get pretty repetitious, and there are some generalizations and unclear leaps in logic. But I found it incredibly engrossing. Depressing, but eye opening and fascinating. Truly a book that changed my understanding of things.