World History Archives - The History Reader : The History Reader https://www.thehistoryreader.com/category/world-history/ A History Blog from St. Martin’s Press Thu, 18 Dec 2025 15:54:57 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/favicon.png World History Archives - The History Reader : The History Reader https://www.thehistoryreader.com/category/world-history/ 32 32 Three New History Books to Read This January https://www.thehistoryreader.com/us-history/new-books-to-read-january-2026/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=new-books-to-read-january-2026 Thu, 01 Jan 2026 12:56:07 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=11049 With a new year comes a new set of history books publishing this month. Whether you’ve decided to read 12 history books this year or make a stretch goal of reading 40 of them, we’ve got you covered. Below are three new history books we’re excited to see this January from Jack Kelly, Susan Wise […]

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January 2026 Upcoming History Books

With a new year comes a new set of history books publishing this month. Whether you’ve decided to read 12 history books this year or make a stretch goal of reading 40 of them, we’ve got you covered. Below are three new history books we’re excited to see this January from Jack Kelly, Susan Wise Bauer, and Jane Ziegelman.


Tom Paine's War by Jack Kelly

Two hundred and fifty years ago, the Declaration of Independence marked the birth of the United States. But two essays of that era appealed even more directly to Americans’ feelings. In January 1776, Thomas Paine—a recent immigrant to America —published Common Sense. His straightforward argument upended the fraud of monarch. His words convinced Americans that the king had no divine right to rule them—they could rule themselves. He turned a rebellion over taxes and representation into a true Revolution.

Tom Paine’s War by Jack Kelly is a riveting exploration of our nation’s birth, showing how one man’s words—and the determination of American patriots—allowed our nation to survive its first crisis.

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The Great Shadow by Susan Wise Bauer

Anti-science, anti-vaccine, anti-reason beliefs seem to be triumphing over common sense today. How did we get here? The Great Shadow brings a huge missing piece to this puzzle—the experience of actually being ill. What did it feel like to be a woman or man struggling with illness in ancient times, in the Middle Ages, in the seventeenth century, or in 1920? And how did that shape our thoughts and convictions?

The Great Shadow uses extensive historical research and first-person accounts to tell a vivid story about sickness and our responses to it, from very ancient times until the last decade.

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Once There Was a Town by Jane Ziegelman

By the close of World War II, six million Jews had been erased from the face of the earth. Those who eluded death had lost their homes, families, and entire way of life. Their response was quintessentially Jewish. From a people with a long-history of self-narration, survivors gathered in groups and wrote books, yizkor books, remembering all that had been destroyed. Jane Ziegelman’s Once There Was a Town takes readers on a journey through this largely uncharted body of writing and the vanished world it depicts.

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Featured Excerpt: The Women’s Orchestra of Auschwitz https://www.thehistoryreader.com/historical-figures/featured-excerpt-the-womens-orchestra-of-auschwitz/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=featured-excerpt-the-womens-orchestra-of-auschwitz Wed, 17 Dec 2025 09:16:12 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=11053 by Anne Sebba An instant USA Today bestseller, The Women’s Orchestra of Auschwitz by Anne Sebba is a vivid portrait of the disparate women who came together to form an orchestra in order to survive the horrors of Auschwitz. Read on for a featured excerpt! The success of the men’s orchestra, smaller than the big […]

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by Anne Sebba

An instant USA Today bestseller, The Women’s Orchestra of Auschwitz by Anne Sebba is a vivid portrait of the disparate women who came together to form an orchestra in order to survive the horrors of Auschwitz. Read on for a featured excerpt!


Auschwitz gate
Auschwitz’s main gate, bearing the motto “Arbeit Macht Frei” (Work makes one free). Public domain. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

The success of the men’s orchestra, smaller than the big symphony orchestra in Auschwitz I and known as the Lagerkapelle (or camp chamber ensemble) under Laks’s direction, was likely a major source of inspiration for Maria Mandl’s idea to develop a women’s orchestra. The Laks orchestra played in the men’s sector of Birkenau, known as B1b, and Mandl proposed that the women’s orchestra should be housed in a separate but nearby section known as B1a, which would similarly play marches for the female prisoners going out to work.

“I had to organize the orchestra under Mandl,” Helen “Zippi” Spitzer said in an interview in 2000, adding that “she noticed I’m an artist and a musician.”

Zippi’s comments are an interesting indication of the degree to which she had ingratiated herself with Mandl. She had a sure instinct of how best to survive the Nazi extermination system, deploying every aspect of her varied background and wide-ranging abilities to make herself indispensable to Mandl, who had the power of life and death over all the women prisoners. “Even she did not understand the system,” Zippi said of Mandl. “She wanted results. If she asked for 18 or 20 diagrams for Berlin she couldn’t care less when I did it, how I did it, as long as it was done.”

Once, when Zippi was ill with stomach cramps, she needed to lie on her bunk bed until they passed, a serious infringement of camp rules. Mandl found her there, but, instead of punishing Zippi, the normally brutal guard simply touched her gently on the forehead in a motherly way and allowed her to remain. “She knew I did my job and delivered and worked during the night sometimes. So I could have the day free,” Zippi explained in the same interview. “Some kommandos were protected…I didn’t investigate how I knew it. I just did.”

As soon as Mandl discussed her orchestra project, Zippi realized that her claim to be a “musician,” even though she could only play the mandolin to a basic level, would create further dependence. And in this way the ring of mutual manipulation tightened.

The Remains of Block 12. Photo by Anne Sebba.
All that remains today of Block 12, the musicians’ block, with the central pile of bricks that once provided a stove. Photo courtesy of Anne Sebba.

However, establishing an all-female orchestra was bound to be complicated, especially since the decision was not up to Mandl alone. First, she had to clear the project with a senior male SS camp official. In early 1943 she approached Paul Müller, camp director and number two to the commandant, who, fortunately for her, saw there were advantages as it simplified counting the rows of prisoners marching to work and made the imposition of faux military discipline easier. He agreed to help her with the paperwork that was necessary to propose the project to Rudolf Höss, overall commandant of the camp.

Zippi’s role in helping Mandl set up the women’s orchestra was in fact rather more ambiguous than she made it sound. Although Zippi explained that she had already been “very creative” in the camp drawing office and so now grabbed “the chance to talk about music and artistic things,” she nonetheless said that Mandl had initially turned to Katya Singer, a fellow Slovak Zippi had befriended on the journey to Auschwitz, for help with this venture and it was Katya who then approached Zippi. “The camp hierarchy wanted Katya, because she was the top administrative inmate at this time, to go with them to Auschwitz I and make contact with the men there partly to get instruments and partly to discuss procedures…But Katya did not understand music so she suggested I go in her place. So that was the beginning.”

Katya did not speak about the origins of the orchestra in her one known interview but spoke highly of Zippi as her assistant. “Zippi never did anything harmful to anyone. She was always straightforward with me.” In an earlier interview in 1983, Zippi described the origins of the orchestra slightly differently, omitting Katya’s initial role.

“[Mandl] was coming to our camp office and started to discuss how to go about it…we promised her we’d get professional musicians from the card index and if not we’d make inquiries.” Zippi was clearly keen to be involved: “I wanted the contact with the men,” she said, claiming later that she thought they would be a useful source of information for any resistance activities. She thus asked for permission to be included in the group that went to the men’s camp in Auschwitz I “to see how they did it.”

Zippi provided a slightly different version in 1982 of how the women’s orchestra began. “We wanted to see how the men functioned,” she said. “I had a dual role working with and reporting to Katya Singer on the negotiations with the men’s orchestra. They agreed to supply us with violins and all the necessary instruments in abundance. They had their own and there were thousands of instruments from all over Europe from deportees…even the sheet music they brought with them was used by the camp orchestras…after four weeks the orchestra had a barracks. It was Block 12.

In early 1943, while these preliminary discussions were continuing, a specially convened block leaders’ meeting in Birkenau announced the plan to start another orchestra, this time for female-only players. Hanna Szyller (later Palarczyk), deputy block elder in Block 12, attended the meeting and was in no doubt that the idea for an all-female orchestra originated from Mandl. Female block elders, the slightly privileged prisoners whose job was largely to maintain discipline and distribute food, were now instructed to seek out prisoners who could play instruments.

Among the first to volunteer immediately when she heard about the creation of the new orchestra was Zofia Czajkowska, a thirty-six-year-old Polish music teacher, who had arrived on April 27, 1942, from her hometown of Tarnów on the first Polish women’s transport to Auschwitz. Zofia had been tortured in prison before deportation and then spent a year at the camp assigned to the most exhausting physical labor. By early 1943 she was in a weak physical and mental state and saw the orchestra as possibly the only means of escaping from her plight.

The Women’s Orchestra of Auschwitz Copyright © 2025 by Anne Sebba. All rights reserved.


 

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ANNE SEBBA is a prize-winning biographer, lecturer, and former Reuters foreign correspondent who has written several books, including That Woman and Les Parisiennes. A former chair of Britain’s Society of Authors and now on the Council, Anne is also a Senior Research Fellow at the Institute of Historical Research. She lives in London.

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The Curious Case of Nuremberg’s Hangman https://www.thehistoryreader.com/world-history/the-curious-case-of-nurembergs-hangman/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-curious-case-of-nurembergs-hangman Sun, 07 Dec 2025 12:36:51 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=11037 by Tim Queeney In his book Rope, author Tim Queeney takes readers on a unique and compelling adventure through the history of rope and its impact on civilization. In the article below, Queeney takes a look at the Nuremberg executions during WWII, which rope played a critical role in as the men were executed by […]

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by Tim Queeney

In his book Rope, author Tim Queeney takes readers on a unique and compelling adventure through the history of rope and its impact on civilization. In the article below, Queeney takes a look at the Nuremberg executions during WWII, which rope played a critical role in as the men were executed by hangings.


In October 1946, the victorious World War II Allies were in need of a hangman. The 1945-46 International Military Tribunal convened by the British, Americans, Soviets and French at Nuremberg had resulted in death sentences for 12 of the highest-ranking Nazis, including Adolf Hitler’s one-time successor Herman Goering. Who would place the noose and throw the gallows lever? The man ultimately given the job turned out to be a curious choice.

View of the defendants in the dock at the International Military Tribunal trial of war criminals in Nuremberg, Bavaria, Germany. November 1945.
View of the defendants in the dock at the International Military Tribunal trial of war criminals in Nuremberg, Bavaria, Germany. November 1945. Public domain. Courtesy of Wikimedia.

The British executioner Albert Pierrepoint, an experienced hangman who had executed 15 German spies in Britain during the war, seemed the obvious candidate. Albert’s father Henry had been a hangman, along with his uncle Thomas. As a family-proud schoolboy, Albert had written of his wish to be a hangman, too. Pierrepoint was involved in his first execution in 1932 at age 27 when he assisted Thomas in the hanging of an Irish farmer charged with murdering his brother. During the war, Pierrepoint not only hanged spies but also American soldiers convicted of capital crimes in Britain.

U.S. Army Sergeant John C. Woods. Public domain.
U.S. Army Sergeant John C. Woods. Public domain.

Yet the job of dispatching the Nuremberg Nazis went to a boastful and inexperienced U.S. Army private from Wichita, Kansas, named John C. Woods. When he applied for the job of hangman in 1944, he claimed he had assisted in hangings in Texas and Oklahoma before the war, even though both states had switched to using the electric chair when Woods was still a child. The Army, evidently pleased that someone actually wanted the job, overlooked Woods’s inflated claims, made him hangman, and promoted him from private to master sergeant.

In 1944, Woods received some quick training at the Paris Disciplinary Training Center. Then while the war was still being fought on the western front, Woods executed more than 30 American soldiers convicted of various crimes.

For the October 1946 Nuremberg executions, Woods eschewed Pierrepoint’s accepted British method of the “long drop” in which the weight of the convicted was used to calculate a sufficiently forceful drop to ensure the neck was broken in the so-called “hangman’s fracture.” Woods also rejected the approach of employing a metal ring through which the rope was passed instead of the bulky hangman’s noose. Instead, Woods tied a traditional hangman’s knot. He later explained, “I like what I call the Thirteen Knot noose.” He used a separate rope for each execution, pre-stretching each one to make the sudden stop at the end of the rope more effective. There were claims that Woods botched the executions since almost all the Nazis died by strangulation, not by neck fractures. In addition, Woods further miscalculated and many of the men’s heads struck the platform as they fell through the trap door opening. Woods, who was unperturbed by his role—he ate a hearty dinner that night after it was done—remarked following the last drop, “Ten men in 103 minutes. That’s fast work.”

Following the executions, Woods claimed in an interview quoted in a 1950 Time magazine obituary that vengeful Germans attempted to poison him and that someone even took a shot at him in Paris. He said that he wore two 45 caliber pistols at all times. “If some German thinks he wants to get me, he better make sure he does it with his first shot because I was raised with a pistol in my hand.”

In 1950, Woods was serving with the Army’s 7th Engineer Brigade at Eniwetak Atoll in the Marshall Islands, in support of atomic bomb testing. Some of the scientists working on atomic weapons and rocketry programs were Germans who had been brought to the U.S. as part of Operation Paperclip, the effort to scoop up German scientists before the Soviets to ensure German technological secrets would be in American hands. On July 21, Woods was working on a set of lights while standing in a pool of water and was suddenly killed in what the Army later called an accidental electrocution. Some, including French MacLean, author of American Hangman, a 2019 biography of Woods, have suggested the possibility that Woods’s death was not an accident, that perhaps one or several of the Paperclip scientists exacted revenge for their countrymen hanged by Woods at Nuremberg.

Sources:

Queeney, Tim. Rope – How a Bundle of Twisted Fibers Became the Backbone of Civilization. New York, St. Martin’s Press. 2025

MacLean, French L. American Hangman: MSgt. John C. Woods: The United States Army’s Notorious Executioner in World War II and Nurnberg. Atglen, Pa.: Schiffer Publishing, 2019

From Nuremberg to Nineveh via Google Books. Retrieved Nov. 11, 2015

The Nuremberg Hangings—Not So Smooth Either via The New York Times.  Retrieved Nov. 11, 2025

Armed Forces: Hangman’s End via Time. Retrieved Nov. 11, 2025

Nazi Executioner from Wichita Found Fame, but Died His Own Mysterious Death via The Wichita Eagle. Retrieved Nov. 11, 2025


Photo credit: Molly Haley

Tim Queeney is the editor of Ocean Navigator, a magazine for offshore voyager. Tim’s work has appeared in Professional MarinerAmerican History, and Aviation History. He has had short stories published in the crime anthology Landfall, Best New England Crime Stories 2018 and in the speculative anthology A Land Without Mirrors. Tim lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine, with his wife and a rescue dog, Frankie. A lifelong sailor, he teaches celestial navigation, radar navigation, and coastal piloting ashore—where he tied plenty of knots and handled many a rope.

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Featured Excerpt: Progress https://www.thehistoryreader.com/world-history/featured-excerpt-progress/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=featured-excerpt-progress Tue, 02 Dec 2025 12:00:39 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=11020 by Samuel Miller McDonald In Progress: How One Idea Built Civilization and Now Threatens to Destroy it, author Samuel Miller McDonald offers a bold, provocative, wide-ranging argument about the human idea of progress that offers a new vision of our future. Read on for a featured excerpt in which McDonald deconstructs a letter written by […]

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by Samuel Miller McDonald

In Progress: How One Idea Built Civilization and Now Threatens to Destroy it, author Samuel Miller McDonald offers a bold, provocative, wide-ranging argument about the human idea of progress that offers a new vision of our future. Read on for a featured excerpt in which McDonald deconstructs a letter written by former U.S. president to show the idea of progress.


Ancient civilization
A history of the ancient world, 1904. Courtesy of Wikimedia. Public Domain.

“Let the philosophical observer commence a journey from the savages of the Rocky Mountains eastwardly toward our seacoast. These he would observe in the earliest stage of association, living under no law but that of nature . . . He would next find those on our frontiers in the pastoral state, raising domestic animals . . . and so in his progress he would meet the gradual shades of improving man until he would reach his, as yet, most improved state in our seaport towns. This, in fact, is equivalent to a survey, in time, of the progress of man from the infancy of creation to the present day. And where this progress will stop no one can say. Barbarism has, in the meantime, been receding before the steady step of amelioration, and will in time, I trust, disappear from the earth.”

This passage is from a letter Thomas Jefferson wrote in 1824, two years before his death and forty-one years after the end of the American Revolutionary War. Jefferson was the United States’ third president and one of the country’s most important Founders. This short text illuminates both the spiritual foundation of the country and the idea at the heart of this book. So let’s deconstruct it.

If you were to travel from the Rocky Mountains in the west to the Atlantic coastline in the east, Jefferson suggests, the land you would pass through and the buildings dotted along your road would appear as they had at earlier points in human history, as if you were traveling along not just miles but centuries. Your journey would reflect the passage of time, the progress made by European settlers since they reached the East Coast of North America. In other words, by “savages . . . living under no law but that of nature,” Jefferson means that at the Rockies there would be ancient wilderness housing violent fur-clad people without society who foraged for food and shelter, and dangerous beasts, representing life in humanity’s earliest years. By the time you reached what are now the Midwestern states, you would find early agricultural societies, flocks of sheep, herds of cattle, and rows of corn and wheat surrounding simple towns and villages. Finally, reaching the end of your mirror-image quest of American westward frontier expansion, arriving in Washington, DC, New York City, or Boston, you would find the as-yet “most improved state” of human beings and their societies: laws, dense cities, bustling trade, and sophisticated technology. There, you could rest assured that such developments would continue into a bright future. What Jefferson is sketching out is a grand narrative in a specific tradition that can be best captured in one word: progress.

Pick up any crime novel and you are likely to find a narrative formula. The details may change from story to story, but the general structure stays the same: a crime is committed, a detective begins the process of finding and piecing together clues, and the story culminates with the crime solved and the criminal brought to justice. Like crime novels, narratives of progress follow their own formula. This excerpt from Jefferson’s letter offers an ideal distillation of that formula. Though the details have changed through time, from culture to culture, the formula’s essential elements have remained remarkably consistent over not just centuries, but millennia.

The formula starts in the dark and wild beginning of humanity and moves forward and upward into a superior, more refined present, through changes that compound over time, culminating in some still vague, ever-future paradise. The story always parcels its characters into a binary, splitting those deemed civilized from the savage, the heathen from the blessed, the wild from the domesticated, the developed from the undeveloped. There is almost always some kind of frontier space, physical or metaphorical, into which the blessed must enter. The salvation awaiting in the future is set aside for the chosen, but only if they remain obedient to this quest, or, rather, to those leading it.

This narrative formula has served as the intellectual foundation on which Western civilization itself has grown and spread. The American sociologist Robert Nisbet, the last author to publish a broad historical account of the idea of progress, wrote of the concept in 1980: “No single idea has been more important in Western civilization for nearly three thousand years.”

The narrative formula of progress has been important for even longer than that, across many geographies and cultures. It has been important to how countless people over the last five thousand years have understood their place in the cosmos, the timeline reaching back to the beginning of all things and forward to the end of all things. It has been important to how armies are motivated, slaves and peasants are placated, gods invented, and emperors unleashed. The formula has been foundational to those who have made major scientific discoveries or peeked beyond the planet’s atmosphere, but also to those who have waged world wars and enslaved masses. Tracing the lineage of this narrative, we can not only see the evolution of an idea, but also understand more clearly the process that created a certain kind of society that we call civilization, an anomaly that was sparked first in one place, and has since burned across time, peoples, and far stretches of the earth. Though two hundred years old now, Jefferson’s letter appears in the latter part of this history. His worldview was grown out of a lineage that stretched back nearly five millennia, to the world’s earliest civilization in Mesopotamia. But that tradition did not end with Jefferson. The progress formula still occupies a central place in societies and minds all over the world. It remains the default, subconscious framework by which most of us understand our place in our species’ history and our societies’ trajectories through time, and thus by which policies are decided and enacted. It remains the foundation on which we are currently building the future.

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Progress Copyright © 2025 by Samuel Miller McDonald. All rights reserved.


Samuel Miller McDonald

Samuel Miller McDonald is a geographer focusing on human-ecology, theory, and history. He holds a doctorate from Brasenose College, University of Oxford and degrees from Yale University and College of the Atlantic. He has written essays and analysis for The Nation, The Guardian, The New Republic, Current Affairs, Boston Review, and elsewhere, and has contributed interviews to BBC Ideas, VICE News Tonight, and various radio and podcast programs. Progress is his first book.

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Featured Excerpt: Family of Spies https://www.thehistoryreader.com/world-history/featured-excerpt-family-of-spies/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=featured-excerpt-family-of-spies Tue, 25 Nov 2025 19:07:43 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=11010 It began with a mysterious letter from a screenwriter, asking about a story. Your family. World War II. Nazi spies. It evolved into a thirty-year quest to discover the truth behind a horrendous family secret. Christine Kuehn’s Family of Spies is the never-before-told story of one family’s shocking involvement as Nazi and Japanese spies during WWII […]

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It began with a mysterious letter from a screenwriter, asking about a story. Your family. World War II. Nazi spies. It evolved into a thirty-year quest to discover the truth behind a horrendous family secret. Christine Kuehn’s Family of Spies is the never-before-told story of one family’s shocking involvement as Nazi and Japanese spies during WWII and the pivotal role they played in the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Read an excerpt below.

“DON’T SAY ANYTHING”

When you’re young, you believe the stories your father tells you. And my father—lovable but imposing, a strapping six feet three inches tall with a thick, bristly mustache and a rumbling Sergeant Schultz accent that frightened my friends half to death—loved to tell stories. His family had moved to Hawaii from Germany when he was a child, but his strange way of pronouncing words never quite disappeared. Our family dogs, Nase and Scheu, were anointed with German names, a nod to his heritage, but there wasn’t much else he divulged that would give us a feel for his formative years.

When talking about his past, my dad described his parents—his whole childhood, really—in vague, whitewashed snippets, offering little detail. The stories, as they came down to me, reminded me of old-timey telegrams: I lived on Oahu, in Hawaii, until I graduated from Punahou High School in 1944. Stop. I joined the army and fought in World War II. Stop. I was sent to Okinawa and earned a Bronze Star. Stop. It was the same when describing his family: My father served as a naval officer before dying in a car crash. Stop. End of discussion.

Occasionally, tiny details slipped out, but they were mostly about other people or the larger historical forces that sent him to war. “I went to the South Pacific,” my father told me once. “Because if American soldiers with German names were captured by the Nazis, they suffered mightily for betraying the homeland. They told me if a U.S. soldier with German blood was captured by the Reich,” he said, his face blank, “they were badly tortured.”

But then it was back to his telegrams. I served again in Korea, then moved to New Jersey and married my first wife. Stop. We had two sons, but eventually divorced. Stop. I married your mom and we settled in Jacksonville. Stop. She had three children from an earlier marriage. Stop. You were born in 1963. Stop.

It had all led him to a quiet, normal life.

* * * * *

My father kept us away from his first family. He spoke very little about his wife and kids from the earlier marriage, and they had no contact. A picture of his two sons, framed in his office, was all we knew of them.

Life tumbled forward. In our family we rarely spoke about my dad’s past. But on a sultry and dull June evening in the summer of 1976, his past arrived at our door. I was eating dinner with my mom and dad when the doorbell rang.

I jumped up to answer it, hoping, I’m sure, it was a friend from the neighborhood wanting to hang out. Instead, it was a man, tall and wiry, much like my dad.

“Can I help you?” I asked, a little sheepishly.

“Is your dad home?” he responded.

I had no idea who this tall stranger with a bristly mustache was, so I ran back to the kitchen.

“Hey, Dad, there’s a man at the front door, he’s looking for you. Says you know him.”

Dad got up quickly and disappeared down the hallway. When he got to the door, he recognized the man immediately. It was almost like looking in a mirror.

On the other side of the screen door was a man in his twenties, fair-skinned, tall like my father, his face obscured by the cross-hatching of the metal.

“Don’t say anything about my family—they don’t know!” were the first words out of my dad’s mouth as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He was talking about his parents, brothers, and sister. Then he hugged the man he hadn’t seen in more than ten years. It was his eldest son, my half brother, who years later would tell me the details of their reunion.

I didn’t piece it together at the time, but in retrospect, that moment was the first glimpse that my dad had secrets.

I later learned he hadn’t always been so guarded and cryptic about his past. He had married relatively young, at age twenty-three. He told his new bride everything—his tragic upbringing, the sins of the family. He was young and in love. There was nothing to hide.

They had two sons and led a quiet, happy life in the suburbs, the tragedies of his past finally vanquished to a place in the recesses of his memory. But as the years rolled by, things began to slowly unravel. By the time the boys were out of diapers the screaming fights between my dad and his first wife were becoming commonplace.

The arguments were ugly and heated, both sides hurling insults like bombs. Toward the end, when they’d burned through whatever love they had left for each other, his wife took to hitting him where it hurt most, invoking the past.

“Nazi!” she would yell at him. “Go back to Germany, where you belong!”

It had to be a crushing insult. A painful legacy he confided to a person he loved had been turned against him, dredging up the agonizing memories of his past. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

KENSINGTON, MARYLAND

Eighteen years after that unexpected visit from my estranged half brother, on a Friday afternoon in the summer of 1994, I snagged a handful of mail and sifted through it as I made my way toward the kitchen. Mostly junk and a couple of bills. One letter, though, looked different. It was addressed to Christine Kuehn, my maiden name, typed in a formal bold, black print. The return address was from California, and the sender wasn’t familiar to me.

I slid my finger into the corner of the envelope and opened it. When Mark came down twenty minutes later, I was staring into the distance. Mark dropped onto the couch next to me. He could see something was wrong.

“I got a weird letter,” I said. “Some guy writing a movie about World War II.”

The mysterious screenwriter was asking about my grandfather on my father’s side. Dad had always told me his father was a naval officer who’d had an unexceptional career and died suddenly in a traffic accident. But the letter said something different: that Otto Kuehn had been involved with the Nazis.

The word Nazi seemed to burn itself into the stationery. Mark stared at me, thoroughly puzzled. I handed him the note. The screenwriter was researching the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the role of German spies in the tragedy. He was trying to contact my father.

“Seems crazy,” Mark said, after reading the letter. “Your dad would have told you something if this were true, wouldn’t he?”

I started to say something but stopped. Actually, I thought, my dad never really said much about his family. Or the past.

“There are lots of Kuehns in the phone book,” Mark said. “He must have the wrong ones. Or maybe he’s just a crackpot.”

I pushed up from the couch to head to bed. Has to be the wrong Kuehns, I thought.

I considered calling my father and asking him to dismiss the whole thing, but it seemed so far-fetched that I didn’t want to bother him with some wild speculation about Hitler and the war and all that horror. He had always been vague and evasive about his father’s naval career and his death. Besides, we were true-blue patriotic Americans; my father had served in two wars and hung an American flag outside the house every Fourth of July.

I went to bed that night thinking I would write the screenwriter back and tell him he had the wrong family.

 

From Family of Spies: A World War II Story of Nazi Espionage, Betrayal, and the Secret History Behind Pearl Harbor by Christine Kuehn. Copyright (c) 2025 by the author and reprinted with permission of Celadon Books, a division of Macmillan Publishing Group, LLC.

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Christine Kuehn was cocooned in the sanctity of a quiet suburban life when a mysterious letter in 1994 pierced that bubble, sending her on a thirty-year quest to discover the truth behind a horrendous family secret kept hidden for half a century. Following a career in journalism, public relations, and nonprofits, Christine now lives in Maryland with her husband, close to their three grown children.

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Post-Holocene Progress https://www.thehistoryreader.com/world-history/post-holocene-progress/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=post-holocene-progress Fri, 14 Nov 2025 19:39:15 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=10991 by Samuel Miller McDonald Samuel Miller McDonald’s book, Progress: How One Idea Built Civilization and Now Threatens to Destroy It, offers a bold, provocative, wide-ranging argument about the human idea of progress. Below, McDonald particularly focuses on progress during the rise of “civilization” on earth (the Holocene period) and its subsequent effects on the planet. […]

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by Samuel Miller McDonald

Samuel Miller McDonald’s book, Progress: How One Idea Built Civilization and Now Threatens to Destroy It, offers a bold, provocative, wide-ranging argument about the human idea of progress. Below, McDonald particularly focuses on progress during the rise of “civilization” on earth (the Holocene period) and its subsequent effects on the planet.


Six years ago, the observatory in Hawaii that tracks atmospheric gases recorded more carbon dioxide than the atmosphere has contained in 800,000 years: 415 parts per million. On November 9, 2025, the day before I wrote this sentence (and the most up-to-date measurement available), it was 426 ppm. For context, human beings likely evolved sometime between 300,000 and 400,000 years ago. In that time, carbon dioxide never breached 300 ppm. Large-scale agriculture was likely developed around 10,000 years ago. What we call “civilization,” primarily consisting of market empires, emerged only 5,000 years ago. Most geologists agree that agriculture and civilization belong in an epoch of planetary history known as the Holocene. As a result of the rise in carbon dioxide from fossil energy (and other planetary changes), we are now in a different geological epoch. 

Maerten van Heemskerck - Panorama with the Abduction of Helen Amidst the Wonders of the Ancient World
Maerten van Heemskerck – Panorama with the Abduction of Helen Amidst the Wonders of the Ancient World. Courtesy of Wikimedia. Public domain.

Some people think that this current iteration of civilization has freed human beings from the earth’s climate, as if society were impervious to weather. But the fact is, there is no society that doesn’t need pollinators, like birds, bats, and bees. There is no society that can get by in a world without trees or a living ocean, or clouds. Society is not, and won’t ever be, free from the climate or the broader environment, and we simply don’t know how civilization will respond to this new planet. We do know that, in the past, civilizations have been very sensitive to fluctuations in climates, particularly as they affect food supply. Human beings can’t live without food, and societies that do not provide food don’t last long, dying either by starvation or civil war. We know that, today, in the twenty-first century, crops still fail due to the weather. We know that governments are overturned when food prices spike. 

Given the challenges of this new world, we have to think seriously about what post-Holocene progress might look like. We can’t take for granted that the current trajectory of society will generally continue, and because this change in the fundamental nature of the planet is unprecedented in human history, we can’t take the narratives of progress bequeathed from historical thinkers for granted either. After all, they have all been constructed in and for the human systems native to the Holocene and the “civilized world” of the last 5,000 years. 

Of course, the image of the ideal society that emerges in this new epoch will be remade every day. We at the beginning cannot hope to construct something that will endure the hardships, or anticipate the joys, that will exist in that world to come. Nevertheless, one great task is to set the magnetic north of progress so that those people and animals and plants who inhabit the next 5,000 years may still survive and enjoy thriving forests, ocean life, and a livable atmosphere. 

There are some truths we must accept in imagining this post-Holocene progress. For one, we cannot assume an ever-increasing energy expenditure, given that this is the prime material cause for this new epoch: fossil energy use must stop and everything dependent on it must be abolished or reformed. There can’t be 1 billion personal vehicles nor the roads that carry them; there can’t be sprawling data centers; there can’t be huge concentrated animal feeding operations; there can’t be trillionaires (nor, hopefully, billionaires or millionaires); and much else. We must also assume a certain amount of retreat of human impact on the world. We are currently testing the limits of how much non-human life can be destroyed before there’s a total collapse of life systems. Anything that resembles progress, then, must halt and reverse this process, and open the scope for non-human life to flourish, whether in cities, farmed zones, suburban areas, or in wild habitat. 

In the past 5,000 years, most human beings who lived and died did so in inescapable servitude, slaves or near-slaves to almost-untouchable masters. This includes today, a time in which there are more enslaved people than there were at the height of the Atlantic slave trade. Unless there is a significant change in how human beings relate to one another, and the level and kind of dignity most people claim as a natural right, it is likely that the next 5,000 years will have just as great a proportion of enslaved people as the last 5,000 did, or maybe even greater. Post-Holocene progress, then, must entail not merely sustaining some legal precedent for the abolition of slavery, nor even just a greater legal emancipation than exists currently, but the total dismantling of all infrastructures and social structures capable of controlling populations, whether they’re AI-piloted microdrones or the lowly fetters, whether conditional suffrage or the corporate bureaucracy, ideological faith or religious faith. 

My book, Progress: How One Idea Built Civilization and Now Threatens to Destroy It, traces the ideas that have entrapped and enslaved people, and their source in progress. It goes beyond arguing for what must be destroyed or abandoned and provides a broad discussion of how individual agency can align with collective action to bring about positive changes into the coming centuries. It’s not just about mitigating harms, but also about turning the turmoil of the twenty-first and -second centuries toward improvement: creating something new and better in the vacuums of possibility prised open by chaos. 

Yet we also must refrain from imposing some rigid regime on the future. It’s obvious the world cannot, and should not, sustain market empires and their current organizing system, capitalism. It’s not clear what system for maximizing human and animal flourishing will be best fit for the coming millennia, if any can. For navigating the post-Holocene, we should follow the instruction of those societies that thrived through the vicissitudes of the 300,000 years of human life in the pre-Holocene. But that, too, will only take us so far, since we now live in a fundamentally different world. We may not know what progress will or should mean in distant millennia, but we know what it can’t mean: more of this.


Samuel Miller McDonald
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SAMUEL MILLER MCDONALD is a geographer focusing on human-ecology, theory, and history. He holds a doctorate from Brasenose College, University of Oxford and degrees from Yale University and College of the Atlantic. He has written essays and analysis for The Nation, The Guardian, The New Republic, Current Affairs, Boston Review, and elsewhere, and has contributed interviews to BBC Ideas, VICE News Tonight, and various radio and podcast programs. Progress is his first book.

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Running Deep: Some Survived https://www.thehistoryreader.com/military-history/running-deep-some-survived/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=running-deep-some-survived Wed, 29 Oct 2025 12:08:21 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=10922 by Tom Clavin Because of a bevy of national and international headlines, somewhat overlooked last month was the 80th anniversary of the end of World War II. The signing ceremony aboard the USS Missouri on September 2, 1945, was a formality because the war essentially ended two weeks earlier when Emperor Hirohito told his people […]

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by Tom Clavin

Because of a bevy of national and international headlines, somewhat overlooked last month was the 80th anniversary of the end of World War II. The signing ceremony aboard the USS Missouri on September 2, 1945, was a formality because the war essentially ended two weeks earlier when Emperor Hirohito told his people that Japan was giving up. That allowed the Allies to begin liberating the POW camps containing thousands of inmates. A particularly brutal one was Omori on the outskirts of Tokyo. Read on for a featured excerpt from Tom Clavin’s book, Running Deep, which is about the USS Tang and its captain, Richard O’Kane.


Omori island, WWII prisoner of war camp in Japan. Circa 1945. U.S. Navy, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
Omori Island, WWII prisoner of war camp in Japan. Circa 1945. U.S. Navy, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

On August 15, 1945, precisely at noon, the Omori camp loudspeaker carried a strange voice. Word spread that it was that of Emperor Hirohito. The guards listened intently to their god-like leader. The prisoners did too, with those having learned enough Japanese translating for the others.

One sentence stunned everyone: “The war is over.”

The emperor had finally bowed to the glaring truth of destruction. By the 15th, “Japan had already endured carpet bombing, firestorms, and two atomic bombs,” reports Sarah Kovner in Prisoners of the Empire. “Sixty-six cities were devastated. It was estimated that 9 million people were homeless. Close to 3 million Japanese were dead, including 1.7 million servicemen. Somewhere between a quarter and a third of Japan’s wealth had gone up in smoke.”

With the news of an apparent surrender spreading throughout the camp, an uprising could be imminent, even as weak as the prisoners were. The guards slaughtered an old horse and carried the carcass with them as they hurried out of the compound.

Major Gregory "Pappy" Boyington, US Marine Corps.
Major Gregory “Pappy” Boyington, US Marine Corps. Courtesy of Wikimedia. Public domain.

Captain Dick O’Kane and some other prisoners almost did not survive that first night. Several of the angry guards had gotten drunk and could be heard shouting that it was finally time to kill the crew of the despised USS Tang and others in the same barracks. A sympathetic – and sober – guard gave the prisoners a hammer and nails to nail the door closed. After they had done this, the inmates watched through cracks in the barracks walls as a guard swung a double-handled samurai sword at the door. Pappy Boyington gripped the hammer, poised to attack the drunken guard if he got through. But the effort proved too exhausting and the guard gave up.

When the sun rose early the next day, not a single Japanese guard could be found at Omori.

With the camp untended, many of the inmates did not know what to do. They were “free,” but what did that mean? Most of the captives did not have the physical or mental strength to leave the camp.

This was especially true of Dick O’Kane. “He was exhausted, frail, going downhill fast,” wrote William Tuohy in The Bravest Man. “Dick had provided leadership to his men. He neither cracked under torture and the many beatings nor gave the Japanese vital information.”

Thankfully, the prisoners did not have to wait long for help to arrive. B-29s flew overhead. This time, however, dropping supplies instead of bombs. Crates began to rain down on Omori. This was almost as dangerous as an attack because cartons of clothing and food slammed into the ground and through the tin roofs of buildings. The inmates scattered, seeking any kind of hidden shelter.

“After living through all I have,” declared a fleeing Pappy Boyington, “I’m damned if I’m going to be killed by being hit on the head by a crate of peaches!”

One pilot dropped s pack of cigarettes with a note wrapped around it, which read, “Hang on! It won’t be long now!”

There was jubilation on August 28 when ships from Admiral Bull Halsey’s Third Fleet sailed into Tokyo Bay. Cheering prisoners thronged at the shore. Two men, thrilled beyond reason, jumped into the water and began swimming toward the ships. They were quickly overcome by exhaustion and only survived because occupants of the first dispatched boats hauled them in, one of the swimmers by his ears because all his hair had fallen out.

More boats were sent to the Omori Island. This new group of officers and sailors was led by Captain Harold Stassen, who in 1943, during his third term as the governor of Minnesota, had left office to join the Navy. His initial brief was to assess the situation at the camp and develop a plan to retrieve the prisoners. However, he saw immediately that almost all of Omori’s 600 or so inmates were like walking skeletons. Without hesitating, Stassen ordered that the captives be evacuated right away and taken to ships anchored in the bay. Admiral Halsey concurred.

One of the first boats to reach the island carried a Navy photographer named John Swope. The scene in front of him was pandemonium. “We were immediately besieged by a hundred clasping hands and arms,” he would write to his wife, the actress Dorothy McGuire. “They continued to cheer and yell and shake our hands and clap us on the back and fall on us in tear-soaked embraces.”

First to receive patients was the USS Benevolence. By the end of August 1945, the U.S. Navy operated 15 hospital ships. The Benevolence was new to the “mercy fleet,” having been commissioned only in May. She had a bed capacity of 802 patients with the ability to increase. The crew consisted of 58 officers, 30 nurses, two Red Cross workers, 24 chief petty officers, 230 crew members, and 238 hospital corpsmen. The Benevolence also carried a packed and crated field hospital, which could be established on shore.

A priority for the Navy doctors and medics who scoured the camp was to determine who to evacuate first–in other words, to separate those who had a chance to live from those who did not. Dick O’Kane fell into the latter category. After a cursory look, a doctor told the litter-bearers with him, “Leave this one. He’s not going to make it.”

The pronouncement roused O’Kane. He could speak only in a hoarse whisper, but it was loud enough for the Navy doctor to hear: “No way I’m staying here. I’ve come this far, I’m going to make it the rest of the way.”

The ghost-like captain was transferred to a stretcher and carted off toward the beach.

Did he survive? You’ll have to read Running Deep!

Originally posted on Tom Clavin’s The Overlook.


Tom Clavin
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TOM CLAVIN is a #1 New York Times bestselling author and has worked as a newspaper editor, magazine writer, TV and radio commentator, and a reporter for The New York Times. He has received awards from the Society of Professional Journalists, Marine Corps Heritage Foundation, and National Newspaper Association. His books include the bestselling Frontier Lawmen trilogy—Wild Bill, Dodge City, and Tombstone—and Blood and Treasure, The Last Hill, and Throne of Grace with Bob Drury. He lives in Sag Harbor, NY.

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Featured Excerpt: The Zorg https://www.thehistoryreader.com/world-history/featured-excerpt-the-zorg/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=featured-excerpt-the-zorg Fri, 17 Oct 2025 19:05:10 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=10903 by Siddharth Kara From Pulitzer finalist and New York Times bestselling author Siddharth Kara comes the true story of The Zorg: the notorious slave ship incident that led to the abolition of slavery in the UK and sparked the US abolitionist movement. Read on for a featured excerpt. Prologue If you have heard anything about […]

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by Siddharth Kara

From Pulitzer finalist and New York Times bestselling author Siddharth Kara comes the true story of The Zorg: the notorious slave ship incident that led to the abolition of slavery in the UK and sparked the US abolitionist movement. Read on for a featured excerpt.


An 18th-century Liverpool slave ship by William Jackson (c. 1770-c. 1803). Courtesy of Wikipedia. Public domain.
An 18th-century Liverpool slave ship by William Jackson (c. 1770-c. 1803). Courtesy of Wikipedia. Public domain.

Prologue

If you have heard anything about this story, it is probably that there was an eighteenth-century British slave ship named the Zong, and that its captain, Luke Collingwood, ordered the murder of scores of Africans on board. Although this has been the prevailing account for more than 240 years, virtually none of the information is accurate. The truth is, there was never any British slave ship by the name of Zong. It was a Dutch ship, the Zorg, which means “care” in Dutch— an unintended irony. As for how the Zorg ended up in British hands and the role Luke Collingwood played in the subsequent massacre, there were deeper truths waiting to be uncovered.

History is replete with similar inaccuracies— details obscured by the corrosion of time, flawed testimony from biased witnesses, and the missing voices drowned before they could speak. Sometimes the error is an innocent one, but when it is made by someone of consequence, it passes from one generation to the next like gospel. Christopher Columbus thought he had landed in India; therefore, the people he met were “Indians.” The name stuck for centuries.

So, too, it was with the Zorg. As handwritten correspondence about the ship emerged, some readers thought the r was an n. A few notable figures in England soon started calling the ship Zong. It was a mark on a page misread, but because the mistake was made by prominent individuals penning accounts of the ship’s journey, the incorrect name passed into history. Calling the ship by its proper name is the first of many confusions about the Zorg that ought to be set right.

This book is a journey to uncover the truth of what happened on board the Zorg in the waning days of 1781, as well as a chronicle of the historic consequences that followed. Millions of slaves would eventually be freed because the Zorg showed the world for the first time that the Atlantic slave trade was a morally bankrupt system of greed and violence that unleashed incalculable misery on the people of Africa. It also generated tremendous wealth for the slave merchants who financed the forty- thousand- plus voyages that crossed the Atlantic, beginning in the early 1500s. 

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It took about a century for the Atlantic slave trade to develop after the first European ships ventured south during the Age of Exploration. The waters off the coast of western Africa initially proved impassable to European ships, until the Portuguese developed the caravel, a three-masted vessel with a lateen-rigged sail that allowed the ship to tack more effectively into the wind. The caravel carried Europeans beyond the Canary Islands for the first time, and by the end of the fifteenth century, the Portuguese had circumnavigated the entire African continent and reached India. Spanish explorers took to the seas as well, most notably when Christopher Columbus ventured westward in 1492 looking for a shortcut to India.

Following this initial reconnaissance of the Southern Hemisphere, Spain and Portugal signed the Treaty of Tordesillas in 1494, memorializing a decree by Pope Alexander VI that all lands 370 leagues (1,275 miles) west of the Cape Verde Islands belonged to Spain, and all lands east of that line were Portugal’s, including Africa. Had the matter stopped there, much of the Southern Hemisphere would certainly have been subjected to violence and colonization, but it was not a foregone conclusion that the Atlantic slave trade would unfold.

As fate would have it, Europeans had acquired a taste for a crystalline substance they first encountered during the Crusades. They called it “sweet salt,” and it only thrived in warm, tropical climates.

Not long after arriving in western Africa, the Portuguese established sugarcane plantations on uninhabited islands off the coast, including one visited by the Zorg, São Tomé. To meet the labor requirements of these plantations, the Portuguese erected a network of slave- trading outposts from modern-day Liberia to Gabon. They called this area Guiné (Guinea). From the Guinea coast to the mouth of the Congo River, the Portuguese exploited existing systems of slavery in Africa to fill their nearby island plantations with slaves.

The Spanish established their sugar plantations on several Caribbean islands and coastal South America. They struggled to obtain an adequate labor force to work on their plantations, in no small part because they decimated native populations. In 1518, King Charles V ordered the importation of four thousand slaves from Africa to Spain’s Caribbean territories. Since Africa belonged to the Portuguese under the 1494 treaty, they began shipping Africans to the Spanish colonies.

Thus began the era of the Atlantic slave trade. 

The Portuguese ran a near monopoly on the Atlantic slave trade until the formation of the Dutch West India Company in 1621. Within two decades, the Dutch seized most of the Portuguese outposts on the Guinea coast and replaced the Portuguese as suppliers of slaves to the Spanish colonies. The Dutch also established sugar colonies in the Caribbean, including one on the tiny volcanic island of Sint Eustatius, which would play an important role in how the Zorg ended up in British hands.

The British made first contact with African slaves during a 1555 voyage commanded by John Lok, the great- great-great-grandfather of Enlightenment philosopher John Locke. Captain Lok touched Africa in modern- day Ghana and returned with gold, elephant tusks, and “certaine blacke slaves, whereof some were tall and strong men, and could wel agree with our meates and drinkes.”

The English began colonizing sugar islands in the Caribbean in the 1620s. In 1655, they captured the island of Jamaica from the Spanish and developed it into one of the largest and most profitable sugar-producing colonies in the world. Thanks to sugar, British imports in 1773 from Jamaica alone were worth five times the combined imports from the thirteen American colonies.

With its plantation economy thriving, England became the dominant force in a globalized “triangular trade.” British slave ships ventured to Africa, bartered tradable goods for slaves, carted them across the Atlantic, sold the survivors for proceeds that were used to purchase the sugar, rum, molasses, cotton, tobacco, and indigo produced through slave labor, and transported these goods back to England to sell for a profit, which made British slave merchants rich and financed their next triangle voyages.

By the late eighteenth century, the slave trade had permeated almost every aspect of British society and helped transform the nation into an economic superpower. “The importance of this trade to Great Britain, almost exceeds calculation,” stated one Liverpool ship captain. A Royal African Company official noted, “The negroe trade on the coast of Africa is the chief and fundamental support of the British colonies and plantations in America.” The British slave trade was “the Eldorado of the time,” and the only force on earth that could slow it down was the outbreak of the American Revolutionary War in 1775.

A series of cascading consequences of the Revolutionary War would place the Zorg in the hands of a British crew belonging to the Liverpool slaver the William. These men would commit the deliberate mass murder of slaves on board the Zorg when only the stars could bear witness. By fluke of circumstance, their actions would be exposed for all to see in a legal contest before the lord chief justice of the British Empire. There is a direct line of causality between the public exposure of the Zorg murders and the first movement to abolish slavery in England.

“The downfall of slavery under British power,” noted the great abolitionist Frederick Douglass, “meant the downfall of slavery ultimately, under American power, and the downfall of negro slavery everywhere.” It would take decades until the work was done, but the Zorg was the first undeniable argument against slavery.

It became the one slave ship to stand for them all.


I

The William and The City That Slavery Built

Luke Collingwood woke on the morning of October 26, 1780, contending with a range of emotions. He would have been saddened to bid farewell to his wife, Sarah, before embarking on a twelve- month, twelve- thousand- mile clockwise journey around the north Atlantic Ocean. He would also have been anxious to leave behind his two children, nine-year-old Robert and seven-year-old Holly. The last time Collingwood departed Liverpool for an Atlantic voyage, he returned home to learn that his youngest child, Luke, had died just three weeks earlier on Christmas Day 1776, at the tender age of nineteen months. Sarah buried the baby in a tiny coffin at the Church of Our Lady and Saint Nicholas near the banks of the river Mersey. Returning to the news of his son’s death would have left a permanent wound in Collingwood, and the decision to leave Sarah and the children to fend for themselves for the upcoming year would not have come easily.

Although Collingwood had successfully completed the Guinea voyage at least eight times between 1764 and 1777, there were no guarantees of a safe return. The journey around the Atlantic claimed the lives of almost one-fifth of the British seamen who undertook it, making Collingwood’s survival across so many voyages somewhat remarkable. Each embarkation was like going to war—against the ocean, the elements, and time itself. With each passing day, the probability of catastrophe increased. The ship might get caught in a storm, illness might decimate the crew and its cargo, the enslaved Africans might revolt, the ship might exhaust its supplies of food and water, or it might cross paths with enemy vessels.

The risk of enemy seizure had increased dramatically due to the outbreak of the American Revolutionary War. “Every nation in Europe wishes to see Britain humbled,” wrote Benjamin Franklin in 1777, “having all in their turns been offended by her insolence.” French and Spanish squadrons were attacking British vessels bound for Africa, and American warships prowled the waters in the Caribbean on the hunt for British flags. Within a few months, the Dutch would join the attack.

Despite the dangers, Collingwood had little choice but to return to work. For more than three years, war had ground Liverpool’s slave- trading economy to a halt. “Our once extensive trade to Africa is at a stand- still,” bemoaned the Liverpool General Advertiser on September 29, 1775, “all commerce with America is at an end . . .  survey our docks: count there the gallant ships laid up and useless . . .  what become of the sailor, the tradesman, the poor labourer during the approaching winter?”

This was likely the very question on Luke Collingwood’s mind— what would become of Robert and Holly in the approaching winter? Crowd diseases such as typhus, tuberculosis, and whooping cough ran riot during the winter months in England, especially in urban areas. Many children, such as young Luke, died in infancy, and one- third of England’s children perished before the age of fifteen. Was it an inability to afford firewood to heat their home that had cost Collingwood’s youngest child so dearly? What might the next winter bring for his family while he was thousands of miles away? Despite the uncertainty, there was only one way for Collingwood to earn a wage after three years of diminished income— back to sea.

Collingwood was a slave ship doctor, or “surgeon,” by trade. A prominent curate in Liverpool thought Collingwood was of “a milder and more humane disposition than most who are engaged in the slave trade,” even if he was still “deeply infected with the same unjust prejudices that mark all who are connected with that iniquitous traffic.” Being an experienced doctor on a slave ship made Collingwood one of the most important and well-paid members of the crew. It was his job to keep the sailors and Africans alive during the voyage, a formidable task for which he was typically paid £3–£4 per month ($900–$1,200 today). Dead Africans fetched no price at auction, and deathly ill ones were often sold for a loss as “refuse slaves,” to be patched up for resale in secondary slave markets.

Part of Collingwood’s compensation also included one or two “privilege slaves,” the value of which could double or triple his income from the journey. Privilege slaves were handpicked by the highest-ranking officers on a ship to sell for profit on arrival in the Caribbean. Once slave ship owners realized their officers were selecting the healthiest male slaves to maximize their incomes, they altered the system so that officers were paid based on the average price of all the slaves sold. The new system made the job of the ship’s surgeon even more important, as healthier slaves fetched higher prices.

Throughout his previous voyages, Collingwood had performed his job well. His last tour in 1776 reached Jamaica with an 8.6 percent mortality rate for the Africans on board. On the other hand, 18.4 percent of the Africans under his care died during his 1775 voyage, probably due to massive overcrowding of 674 slaves in the ship’s hold prior to crossing. Collingwood’s 1773 journey also had an 18.4 percent mortality rate. His best performance was a 1.2 percent mortality rate on his first-ever voyage in 1764, followed by a serviceable 11.2 percent in 1765. Taken together, Collingwood had outperformed the average mortality rates aboard British slave ships during the 1770s (14.8 percent) and 1760s (17.9 percent), which likely played a role in his repeated employment. Beneath these cold metrics lay an enormity of human misery that Collingwood’s next journey would unintentionally expose to the British public for the first time.

No matter how anxious he might have felt to leave behind his wife and children, Luke Collingwood needed the paycheck. He was in his mid-thirties, and there would only be so many more Guinea voyages he could undertake. When he finally received word that the financier of his last few expeditions was sending another ship to Africa, there was only one choice to make. After three long years, Collingwood would be sailing the Atlantic once again.

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The man underwriting Collingwood’s next Guinea voyage, William Gregson, was a Liverpool success story. Born on January 6, 1720, to a humble dockworker, a teenage Gregson found talent working as a rope maker for the deep-seafaring vessels that lined Liverpool’s waterfront. As he braided the cords that functioned like ligaments and tendons to the wooden creatures sailing around the world, a young Gregson yearned for his share of, as one Liverpool historian put it, “the great annual return of wealth” that was being generated by an exciting new enterprise in town: the slave trade. The city’s nascent participation in the slave trade was “increasing the fortunes of the principal adventurers, and contributing to the support of the majority of the inhabitants.” For modest earners like Gregson, “the attractive African meteor . . .  so dazzled their ideas” that it was impossible not to dream of becoming rich from the “Guinea cargo.”

The profits from a single voyage could be enormous. An investing syndicate led by one of Liverpool’s top slave merchants, William Davenport, generated an impressive 147 percent profit on the journey of the Hawke in 1780. On the other hand, any voyage could end in disaster due to insurrection or shipwreck. To mitigate the risks, wealthier slave merchants typically spread their investments across numerous ships, like a slave-trade mutual fund.

After saving his wages for several years, a twenty-four-year-old Gregson made his first slave ship investment with a share in the Carolina. Gregson received a deed on a sheet of parchment commemorating his contribution, “using lawful money of Great Britain,” the receipt of which “assigned and set over” his share of the ship as well as its “goods and chattels.” The Carolina departed Liverpool in 1744 and deposited 284 slaves in Jamaica; however, the ship and its cargo of sugar and other goods were lost at sea during its return voyage to England. Gregson’s first slave ship investment was a loss.

Undeterred, Gregson spent the next two years building up his capital once again. The second time around, he spread his investments across two ships that set sail in 1747. One ship disembarked 283 Africans at Saint Kitts and returned home safely, but the other was captured by the French. Using his profits from the successful voyage, Gregson continued financing Guinea voyages at a brisk pace, and by the late 1750s, he had become one of Liverpool’s most prominent slave merchants. As his wealth accumulated, so, too, did Gregson’s prestige. He became one of the forty-one free burgesses who controlled Liverpool’s governing corporation, the Common Council, and in 1762, he was elected mayor of Liverpool

Gregson continued dispatching two to three slave ships a year throughout the 1760s and into the 1770s. Despite his multi-decade success as a slave merchant, in 1780, Gregson was feeling the pinch. His empire was measured in slaves delivered, and ever since war broke out with America, the numbers had dwindled. In 1775, Liverpool’s slave ships disembarked 21,212 Africans into slavery. Four years later, the number had dropped to 4,028. American warships captured twenty-three British slave ships in the summer of 1776 alone, sending a clear message to England that her considerable slave- trading revenues were cut off.

The Royal Navy tried to protect British merchant ships once war broke out, but by 1777, its forces were stretched dangerously thin fighting the Americans and fending off attacks from European enemies. To expand its fleet, the navy resorted to the notorious tactic of impressment. Armed gangs roamed city streets and rounded up able-bodied men to force them to work on warships. More than eighty thousand British men were pressed into naval service during the American Revolutionary War, helping Britain wage counterattacks on its enemies and defend its merchant vessels.

By 1780, the seas seemed just safe enough that William Gregson could contemplate fitting out a ship for a Guinea voyage. He would have been especially eager to return to the Africa trade, as his financial pressures had been intensified by an ill-timed effort to start a slave ship insurance business in 1774. Thanks to conflict with the Americans, the slaving insurance market had dwindled, and the venture ended in bankruptcy in 1778. 

Unfortunately for Gregson, his first attempt to return to the Guinea trade after the three-year hiatus ended in catastrophe. On September 1, 1780, Gregson dispatched the Swallow from Liverpool. The ship deposited 186 slaves on the island of Tortola, only to be lost to shipwreck during its return journey. With the losses mounting, Gregson’s next slave ship had to be a success. He happened to have a brand-new ship ready to depart, the eponymous William. She was a three-masted vessel, about one hundred feet from bow to stern with a carrying capacity of 120 tons “burthen,” a touch smaller than the average slave ship that departed Liverpool’s docks during the eighteenth century. To finance the William’s maiden voyage, Gregson formed a syndicate of investors that included himself, his two sons, his future son-in-law, and two of Liverpool’s leading slave merchants. To helm the William, Gregson called up his nephew and one of Liverpool’s most experienced slave ship captains, Richard Hanley.

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Siddharth Kara; Credit Lynn Savarese
Photo Credit: Lynn Savarese

SIDDHARTH KARA is an author, researcher, and activist on modern slavery. Kara has written several books and reports on slavery and child labor, most recently the New York Times bestseller and Pulitzer Prize finalist, Cobalt Red. Kara also won the Frederick Douglass Book Prize. He has lectured at Harvard University and held a professorship at the University of Nottingham. He divides his time between Los Angeles and London.

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Featured Excerpt: Warhead https://www.thehistoryreader.com/military-history/featured-excerpt-warhead-by-nicholas-wright/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=featured-excerpt-warhead-by-nicholas-wright Tue, 07 Oct 2025 09:08:41 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=10862 by Nicholas Wright In his book, Warhead, Dr. Nicholas Wright, a leading neuroscientist and adviser to the Pentagon, analyzes the new science behind warfare to understand why we fight, lose, and win wars. Read on for a featured excerpt. Two armies faced each other in May 1940. The German side had fewer trained men, guns, […]

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by Nicholas Wright

In his book, Warhead, Dr. Nicholas Wright, a leading neuroscientist and adviser to the Pentagon, analyzes the new science behind warfare to understand why we fight, lose, and win wars. Read on for a featured excerpt.


Two armies faced each other in May 1940. The German side had fewer trained men, guns, tanks, and planes. They had lost a world war two decades earlier. Their opponents’ leaders—and many independent observers—believed that material inferiority meant the Germans couldn’t win this time either.

But in the 1920s and ’30s, German military professionals had asked how they could harness the human brain’s capacities for shock, creativity, guile, will, daring, and skill, alongside the technologies of their time, to win wars. One idea was to use tanks en masse to surprise an enemy, and radio communications to think and decide faster than the enemy. And in May 1940, as we all know, their Blitzkrieg, or lightning war, catastrophically defeated the British and French forces.

German tank occupying France during WWII 1940-1945
German tank occupying France during WWII 1940-1945. Courtesy of Wikimedia. Public Domain.

German effectiveness created the initial opening. But there was more to it: German troops advanced so far in 1940 through an enemy with more trained men, guns, tanks, and planes because French will collapsed. And French capitulation handed Germany vast armaments that enabled their June 1941 Russian invasion. What’s more, collaboration meant that by 1942 fewer than three thousand German police were needed to handle all of occupied France.

Happily for us, Germany’s democratic enemy had also combined brains and machines. British commanders in the 1930s had looked ahead to build new air forces that would win the Battle of Britain, Hitler’s first major defeat.

Russians, unlike the French, had the resolve to withstand an almost unimaginable number of deaths. Hitler foolishly decided to declare war on the United States. The Allies skillfully nurtured the cooperation that enabled their fight back—seen so powerfully in the exquisite trust built between the British and Americans who planned D-Day and fought through to German soil. If the Germans and Japanese had worked together even a fraction as well, they could have won the war. After all, German soldiers were beaten back from Moscow’s outskirts by Soviet troops who no longer needed to face Japan.

The story of World War II is often told as one in which, after a rocky start weathered by British courage, victory was inevitable through overwhelming Russian manpower and American manufacturing. But Germany almost won; Britain didn’t lose; Russian will didn’t collapse; and Americans learned from ingenious and effective adversaries. None of that can be understood without the central weapon of war, the human brain.

In the previous paragraphs, while reading about history, your eye passed over terms that have much to do with the brain: courage, cooperation, learning, deciding, foolishness, creativity, trust. All are fundamentally psychological.

Harnessing human brains for war, given the technologies and societies of the time, has always provided an advantage—from the eras of Alexander the Great and Sun Tzu to Shaka Zulu, Heinz Guderian, and Dwight David Eisenhower. This is no less true in our time.

Cognitive neuroscience gives us better self-knowledge of why humans fight, lose, and win wars—to better understand our past, anticipate our future, and, in the process, know ourselves better as humans. The brain provides a new perspective, and a new source of evidence, to help us understand war.

And war gives a new perspective on the brain, because every human brain is built to win—or at least survive—a fight. Human against nature; human against human.

In Warhead, readers will journey with me through ten brain regions, each the focus of a chapter. We start at the base of the brain, at the brainstem, from which dopamine can compel us, pain can cripple us, and arousal floods our brain. From there, we climb step by step until we reach that most distinctively human region at the other end of the brain: the frontal pole that helps us think about our thinking, explore, and change our minds. This approach emphasizes specific brain regions and also weaves in the broader neural networks in which they operate— so that you can see both the forest and the trees.

The picture of the brain that emerges may be unlike the one you’re used to. It challenges our common understanding of perception and reality; turns what you thought you knew about yourself upside down; and grounds us in the basic biology of life. How does hunger work? Why do we experience life in the first person? How do you become you?

Warhead. Copyright © 2025 by Nicholas Wright. All rights reserved.


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DR. NICHOLAS WRIGHT, MRCP, PhD is a neuroscientist who researches the brain, technology and security at University College London, Georgetown University, and the Center for Strategic and International Studies in Washington DC, where he also advises the Pentagon Joint Staff. He works with governments and the private sector. He worked as a neurology doctor in London and Oxford, and has published numerous academic papers, which have been covered by the BBC and New York Times. He has appeared on CNN and the BBC, and regularly contributes to outlets like Foreign Affairs, Foreign Policy, the Atlantic, and Slate.

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The Band Played on at Auschwitz https://www.thehistoryreader.com/world-history/the-band-played-on-at-auschwitz/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-band-played-on-at-auschwitz Fri, 03 Oct 2025 18:10:23 +0000 https://www.thehistoryreader.com/?p=10889 by Anne Sebba The Women’s Orchestra of Auschwitz author Anne Sebba shares with The History Reader the horrifying story of the 45 women forced to play music in an Auschwitz concentration camp orchestra. The idea that a death camp devoted to killing people in as ruthless and bestial a manner as possible could also be […]

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by Anne Sebba

The Women’s Orchestra of Auschwitz author Anne Sebba shares with The History Reader the horrifying story of the 45 women forced to play music in an Auschwitz concentration camp orchestra.


The idea that a death camp devoted to killing people in as ruthless and bestial a manner as possible could also be a place where music, the most sublime of all the arts, was encouraged and even loved is impossible for many people to comprehend. Yet, for almost two years at the height of World War II, a ‘Girls’ Band’ provided a lifeline enabling approximately 45 young women to survive. Fortunately, two of those women were still alive and able to be interviewed while I was researching my book. They were able to tell me firsthand what it was like to feel freezing cold, hungry, and fearful; yet nonetheless, have to perform twice daily to please their Nazi bosses. Such an impossible story almost needs a living witness as proof that it happened. While the Nazis were trying to eradicate Jews and obliterate Jewish culture, in this instance, they were preserving a small group of them, even giving some of them lessons to ensure the quality of the orchestra.

Anita Lasker aged about thirteen in Berlin where she was studying the cello with Leo Rostal
Anita Lasker aged about thirteen in Berlin where she was studying the cello with Leo Rostal. Photo credit: Anita Lasker-Wallfisch

I asked one of those musicians if she could explain to me how they survived. “We could not think of the future. We just hoped to survive until the next day,”  the then 99-year-old cellist Anita Lasker explained in one of my interviews.

As the last survivor, Anita, now 100, has been asked to give many interviews on behalf of all the rest.  She does this so regularly that she commented, “I came to the conclusion that it’s better somebody survives to tell the story. I don’t feel too guilty about that.”

On the day of her 100th birthday in July 2025, King Charles came to visit her at home in North London to hand-deliver a birthday card. 

Lasker-Wallfisch was such a valuable member of the girls’ marching band, the name they themselves gave their group, because until she joined, there were no bass instruments. Instead, a motley collection of recorders, piccolos, mandolins, violins, an accordion, a guitar, and a percussionist made up the band.

At its height, the Vienna-born conductor Alma Rosé, niece of Gustav Mahler and a virtuoso violinist in her own right, managed to train more than 43 women and young girls to play together, in time and in tune, so that they were saved from being deliberately killed in the gas chambers of Auschwitz-Birkenau. Almost all survived the camp, although two died from disease and malnutrition after they had been forcibly moved to the camp at Bergen-Belsen in early 1945 as the war was ending and the Russians were approaching Auschwitz. Alma herself had died of food poisoning, possibly the deliberate result of someone being jealous of her so-called privileges.

The Nazis had ordered the creation of the band so that the other women prisoners, who had to undertake forced labour in nearby factories or demolition squads, would march faster, making it easier for them to be counted in rows of five. It was the only all-female orchestra in any of the camps, prisons, and ghettoes run by the Nazis. It was comprised of women from eleven nations and a wide span of ages (from 15-55) as well as a wide range of political and religious beliefs. Although they had arguments among themselves, mostly about food or lack of it, when they needed to perform, they showed a remarkable degree of sisterhood, tuning each other’s instruments or teaching others the tune. If they did not play well, they would, as their conductor frequently reminded them pointing to the smoke, all go to the gas.

One of the themes in my book about the orchestra, published to mark the 80-year anniversary of the liberation of the camps, is to examine how these women found the inner strength to help them survive when all around they were surrounded by intense suffering and brutality. Many of them had arrived in Auschwitz after seeing their parents, friends, or siblings pulled into the line of those who were immediately gassed. Others had already been in prison for resisting or being Jewish, often tortured, before they were given a place in the music block. Some women were driven to survive by a desire for post-war revenge on those who had betrayed them, others by a desperate need to bear witness to what they had seen. But most, simply wanted to live and taste a better life. 

Anita Lasker-Wallfisch, although she always insists that survival was “a matter of luck,”  admits that being a cellist instead of simply a tattooed number, crucially restored an element of humanity. She also maintains that the music, ghastly jaunty popular tunes, was not what saved them, except to the extent that it gave them all something to concentrate on other than the brutality and killing.

When I started my research, I believed, according to various published accounts and from Anita herself, that she was the only remaining survivor of the orchestra. However, by an unlikely series of events, I discovered another survivor, Hilde Grünbaum, at that point also 99 and living on a kibbutz in Israel. I immediately went to visit her and the interview I had with her, in spite of her frailty, was crucial in helping me understand this triumph of the human will to survive in the direst of circumstances. Hilde Grünbaum, a passionate Zionist, unlike her friend Anita, had such a strong moral certainty that she would survive and live to see better times that she declined a place on the Kindertransport to come to England in order to stay with her mother, who was subsequently killed.

Hilde also became the unofficial leader of the group when the women were transferred to Belsen, ensuring that everyone had a fair share of the meagre soup and bread rations and encouraging the women to never give up hope. When asked years later what drove her in such appalling circumstances, she said, “I knew that if I didn’t do my best to help people, then there would be nothing left.” Meeting Hilde helped me understand the real privileges of the musicians’ block. Not so much a pair of underpants or access to a toilet, important though these were, but the ability to hope, which in Hilde’s case meant hoping to build a better life in a new country where Jews would not face anti-Semitism. Hilde never lacked courage, and just as the Jewish musicians were being forced onto the train for Belsen, she bravely dashed back into the music block to rescue three crucial artifacts: Alma’s diary and the red hand-sewn music bag, as she knew the world would never believe what they had been forced to do to survive. These objects, now in Yad Vashem, are an important part of any historian’s research into the orchestra.

While I have a proper reverence for archives and documents, there were no diaries kept in Auschwitz, nor access to pencil or paper on a regular basis. The orchestra had to write out the different parts on plain paper from the office, so primary sources mostly comprise accounts written later. I believe there is something vitally important about interviewing those who actually witnessed the events. I have tried to create a synthesis of all the sources available to me in my search to understand if these were simply ordinary women who transcended their circumstances (because they never gave up hope in a better future) or extraordinary women. I can never know, but I think that sisterhood, small acts of kindness, and solidarity of the group played a part in strengthening the basic, ordinary will to survive and that which identifies us as human.


Anne Sebba
Photo Credit: Serena Bolton

ANNE SEBBA is a prize-winning biographer, lecturer, and former Reuters foreign correspondent who has written several books, including That Woman and Les Parisiennes. A former chair of Britain’s Society of Authors and now on the Council, Anne is also a Senior Research Fellow at the Institute of Historical Research. She lives in London.

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