But what I was becoming so frustrated with, and the reason I felt more and more like not teaching, was that I believed that art was not a moral enterprise. That morality in art was what happened when the church or the state got involved. That if you insisted on infusing art with morality, you would insist on lies and limits. Truth could be found only outside the confines of morality. Art was not the artist. Were these all simply platitudes I had absorbed without question? … Should we only portray the world we wanted to see? Should we consider certain stories “damaging” and restrict them from a general audience, not trusting them to take in the story without internalizing the messaging? Hadn’t we all agreed that morality in art was bad?