THERE IS NO language to express my gratitude to each and every woman, child, and man who shared their stories with me. The dignity and fortitude of the enslaved and oppressed individuals I met across the years have both humbled and inspired me. They shall never be forgotten.
Hundreds of generous people around the world have contributed to my research during the past sixteen years. From local guides and drivers, to translators, to NGO personnel, to law enforcement, to colleagues and well-wishers in dozens of countries—I could not have completed my research without their assistance. I am especially grateful for all the goodwill I received from strangers, who had no reason to trust me, but without whose aid my research could not have been completed.
I am deeply grateful to my agent and friend Susan Cohen for her indefatigable support of my books, and of me as I struggle through them.
I remain profoundly indebted to my first editor, Peter Dimock, who saw something in me that to this day I do not see myself—the ability to write these stories. Without his faith and advocacy, my books would not exist.
Columbia University Press has given me a supportive home for my work since the first day they embarked on this campaign with me three books ago. It has been a pleasure being an author under their banner.
I could not have written a word, let alone embarked on so many soul-crushing journeys into the world of bondage and slavery, without the love and support of my family. I write especially in most affectionate memory of my second father, Vijay Shankardass, whose noble example of dignity, honor, and nobility I shall forever strive to achieve.
Above all there is my wife, my heart, my angel nonpareil, Aditi. When the world goes dark, you are my light. When all seems lost, you bring me home. I treasure your love beyond any capacity to express, so I shall say but this—with your hand in mine, life has meaning.
