A second reflection piece on Spike Lee's multi-volume documentary When the Levees Broke, focusing on questions of memory, mourning, melancholia, and rage. I'm particularly interested in how death and displacement function in the memory-work of the film, and how Lee's crafting of context to show dead Black bodies on the screen is a story about the extent of antiblack racism and cruelty: removing not only the right to live and right to not be killed, but also, and most emphatically, the erasure of dignity in and after death.