Let’s assume, for a moment, that blatant, vicious police brutality perpetrated against black people has only recently compelled you to put a shoulder to the stalled, sputtering Greyhound bus that is America on the seemingly interminable, blood-smeared highway to the achievement of truer racial and social justice;  while there are several ways to get the leaden beast to budge, one in particular allows for march-sore feet to pause in their labor, if only for a moment, whilst putting several long dead, rich white men to work.