"Bring out your dead." Door to door the hooded cartsman rolls his lumbering pallet piled high with bruised ebony bodies of bloodied black men and limp black boys. "Bring out your dead." One by one the doors open and grieving black widows and bereaved black babies say bye-bye to their healthy, happy husbands and first born sons -- who walk to the cart and kneel at the cart to be murdered and piled atop that cart. "Bring out your dead." That teetering tower of wilted dead bodie