If tomorrow you found out your favorite author was a racist, especially against your own race, would it be acceptable to still enjoy his works? Could you justify still enjoying and/or identifying with his writings if he had that way of thinking?

Could you still enjoy the works of a painter if they turned out to be racist/homophobic/an anti-semitic/whatever you'd like.

Could you enjoy the characters of an actor under the same conditions?

If you could do it for one and not the others, what is the essential difference?

1 comments:

Anonymous

This is similar to when I found out that James Watson, co-founder of the DNA double helix, was actually a misogynist, racist, pig.

I still celebrate the discovery of DNA's structure, but I don't like to accredit it to him.

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