There have been countless racists and anti-Semites over the years in the arts; Virginia Woolf, Patricia Highsmith, T.S. Eliot, Flannery O’Connor, H.P. Lovecraft, Dr. Seuss, Walt Disney (!!!) just to name a few. William S. Burroughs killed his wife, Phil Spector is also a murderer and, yet, his immaculate wall-of-sound productions are still blasting, justifiably so, on the radio on hot summer days (is there a better sensory-filled, audio-driven feeling than those great songs he created back in the 60s?) J.D. Salinger was, supposedly, a pedophile; Lord of the Flies author William Golding tried to rape a 15-year-old girl, both of these men have written books that are practically mandatory reading at almost ever high school in this country. Caravaggio was a pimp and a murderer. Charles Dickens, Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald all treated their wives like total crap. Chuck Berry, by all accounts, was a hot-tempered asshole that also tried to sleep with a 15-year-old girl. I could go on and on.
History has always found a way to separate art from the artist.