Censorship may have to do with literature; but literature has nothing whatever to do with censorship.
There is no moral authority like that of sacrifice.
Writing is making sense of life.
Art defies defeat by its very existence, representing the celebration of life, in spite of all attempts to degrade and destroy it.
A child understands fear, and the hurt and hate it brings.
Humans, the only self-regarding animals, blessed or cursed with this torturing higher faculty, have always wanted to know why.