Frances Wright pressed her fingers longingly to the glass and sighed as she watched the orchards and fields of Nashoba fade out of view of her carriage.
A lingering fever still held onto her body, but the worst of the malaria was behind her. The plan was for her to travel back to Europe and recuperate there. Her doctor was adamant that a cabin on a communal farm was not the ideal place for her recovery.
Deep inside, she feared for her grand experiment that was the Nashoba Commune. Feared that either she would not return to it, or that, even worse, it would not be here to return to.
Nearly all of her energy these past few years had gone into setting up the farm and keeping it going. She’d had to invest a large amount of her own money, as most wealthy Southerners found the idea of a racially mixed communal farm with the goal of ending slavery utterly abhorrent.
Their group had never blossomed like she’d hoped, but those that lived their were motivated, especially the slaves working toward freedom.
Frances knew the time away would be a test of her work.
She hoped it would pass.
The Nashoba Commune was a communal farm designed as an economically viable system to do away with slavery. Slaves brought onto the commune would work to pay their way out of slavery, and then could either stay and work the land or be given transport to Haiti or Africa. Unfortunately, the farm was never self-sustaining or accepted by the locals. It collapsed while Frances Wright was recovering in Europe. After which she emancipated all 30 of the farm’s slaves and sent them to Haiti.