“Killing in the Name” doesn’t judge. Anger is a gift, or so I’ve been told, and all Rage could ever ask is that you listen hard and get angry, but also that you be careful who you give that gift to, and who you accept it from. Beyond that, it’s enough to scream those words in a giant crowd of people also screaming those words, enough to feel that ecstatic collective fury, enough to belong. Because that’s an American Dream, too.
