1,300 Years of Forgotten Black Genocide of the Arab Islamic Slave Trade

For thirteen bloody centuries, from the 7th to the 20th century, the Arab Islamic slave trade ripped more than 17 million Africans from their homes, marched them across burning deserts and stormy seas, and sold them into a hell that makes the Atlantic trade look like a footnote. This was no mere commerce. This was systematic racial extermination dressed in religious robes. The Arabs didn’t just want labor. They wanted Africans erased: men castrated, women turned into disposable sex slaves, children bred out of existence. And today the woke mob screams about 1619 while deliberately burying this mountain of black corpses under a pile of silence. That silence is complicity. That silence is racist.

The numbers crush every lie the grievance industry peddles. Seventeen million captured. Eighty percent died on the way: thirst, exhaustion, disease, or a casual bullet to the head when they slowed the caravan. Of the survivors, almost every single male was castrated. No anesthesia. Hot iron or crude knife. Infection finished what the blade started. The survival rate was maybe one in ten. That means for every eunuch who reached the markets of Baghdad, Cairo, or Zanzibar, nine boys bled to death in the sand. The Arabs perfected genocide through mutilation. They didn’t want a black population reproducing in their lands. They wanted black blood extinguished.

The women fared no better. They were raped on arrival, raped every night, raped until they broke. Concubines for the harems, field slaves, domestic animals. Their children, if the master acknowledged them at all, were born into slavery and usually sold off the moment they could walk. This wasn’t incidental cruelty. This was policy. Islamic texts and legal rulings spelled it out: the slave owner owns every inch of the slave’s body, every minute of her life, every child she carries. The Arab world built its wealth and its pleasure palaces on black wombs and black backs.

And the trade was massive, relentless, state-sponsored. Caliphs, sultans, and emirs ran it like a national industry. The Swahili coast, the Red Sea ports, the Sahara routes: all arteries pumping African flesh into the Islamic heartland. Zanzibar’s slave market was a slaughterhouse where human beings were inspected like cattle, teeth checked, genitals examined, price set by how many rapes the girl could endure or how long the castrated boy would live. Tippu, the most famous slaver, was a devout Muslim hero to his people and a sadistic warlord who depopulated entire regions of Congo for ivory and slaves. His caravans left trails of bones across Central Africa.

Thirteen centuries. Not four hundred years. Not a “mistake” by a few bad apples. This was the beating heart of Islamic empire from Medina to Morocco, from the Umayyads to the Ottomans. The same Ottoman Empire that leftist professors love to romanticize as “tolerant” was still castrating African boys and stocking its harems with African girls right up to the 20th century. The Crimean Khanate, Muslim vassals of the Ottomans, raided Ukraine and Russia for white slaves, sure, but the real money, the real volume, the real horror was always black Africa.

Yet walk onto any American campus today and try mentioning this. Watch the eyes glaze over. Watch the mob rush to change the subject back to Thomas Jefferson’s sins. The same people who claim to speak for black lives will spit in your face if you bring up the longest, deadliest, most sadistic slave trade in human history, because the perpetrators were not white Christians. That’s the only sin that matters to them. White Christian sin. Every other genocide, every other atrocity gets a shrug as long as the killers prayed to Allah five times a day.

That is racist. Full stop. Treating black suffering as valuable only when a white man causes it is the most condescending, paternalistic, anti-black attitude imaginable. It says black lives matter only as a stick to beat white people with. The millions of Africans who were castrated, raped, and worked to death by Arab masters apparently don’t count. Their blood is cheap because it doesn’t serve the narrative.

The woke cult doesn’t ignore the Arab slave trade because it’s obscure. They ignore it because it explodes their entire worldview. It proves that evil is not the exclusive property of Europeans. It proves that slavery was not invented in Virginia. It proves that Islamic civilization, the one they keep insisting is a paragon of tolerance and science, spent thirteen centuries committing racial annihilation on a scale that dwarfs anything the West ever did.

Until we drag this genocide into the light, scream its name from every rooftop, and force the cowards to look at the mountain of skulls they’ve spent decades hiding, there can be no honest conversation about slavery, about racism, or about who owes whom reparation. The debt is not just to the descendants of the Atlantic trade. The debt is to the forgotten millions whose names were never recorded, whose bodies were thrown into unmarked graves across three continents, whose blood cries out for justice the woke mob refuses to hear.

Seventeen million. Castrated. Raped. Erased.

Say their names. Or shut up forever about slavery.