A slave ship on Governor’s Island
forming a link between America’s slave trade and its economy
Last weekend I randomly decided to rent a CitiBike on Governor’s Island (which was a saga in and of itself, the story of which is on my Substack if you’re curious) — and on my circumnavigation of the island in the rain, I suddenly thought I heard chains clanking in the distance.
A ship passing close to the island? Halloween fun? The ghost of Marley?