Those who are dead are not ever gone; They are in the cliché on the savage black who would live naked in the trees And in the cliché of the too strong black body, which requires police to shot 41 bullets to die They're in the bananas thrown at black players on the soccer fields in Europe and elsewhere. They are in the cries and tears of those female black slave who served as guinea pigs for early C- section experiments, on the grounds that they feel no or less pain.