On My Mind: Could you enjoy a meal cooked by a chef who was a Nazi?

That’s not a hypothetical. That’s the question I ask myself every time a Kanye track comes on and I feel it before I can stop myself.

Can you separate the art from the artist? It’s the oldest debate in culture and it has never been more personal to me than it is right now. When you eat a meal, you’re not just consuming food. You’re entering a relationship. You’re saying this person’s gifts are worth my presence. Patronage is not passive.

And still. The beat hits.

Forgiveness is the decision to stop letting someone’s worst moment define your relationship with the present. Memory is the decision to never let it define your future.

I’m somewhere between those two things. Some days the music takes me somewhere else entirely. Other days I can’t get there. The genius and the hatred are inseparable on those days.

That’s what true art does. It divides the audience not between fans and critics but within each of us individually. It forces a reckoning no algorithm can resolve for you.

So wherever you land on Kanye moved by him or repulsed by him or both on the same Tuesday know this the hatred he put into the world is toxic. Full stop. No matter how hard the beat hits.

You don’t have to throw away the meal. But you should know what’s in it.

That’s what’s on my mind this week.

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