Visiting the Museum of Slavery in my hometown of Liverpool, I was struck by the extent to which the secular mentality succumbs to the sirens and airbrushes out Christian contributions to history. Of course, this remark applies not to the origins of slavery, for where there are victims, perpetrators are named and shamed, but to its abolition, for in that case the Christian contribution is often relegated to a footnote. The historian’s task is essential in overcoming the postmodern fad of selectively rewriting the history of racism to suit the agendas of social constructivism and its bêtes noires of whiteness, colonialism, and the free-market economy. Insofar as that is concerned, this book fulfills its promise by not letting memory die and narrating the story of the Clapham protagonists, warts and all.