It's a really bad filter, too. I used to get written up a lot (and punished/beaten at home) for drawing in class. If my characters had so much as a 1-inch knife on their heel, I was being hauled into the office for the latest round of Is-This-The-Next-Columbine, told I was drawing evil things. This happened incessantly throughout grade school.
My guardians and schools formed an ad-hoc surveillance network where they all made sure I was never drawing Bad Things, and that I was always Adequately Punished. The insanely ironic thing is that I was unequivocally the first person who would have put their life in danger to protect the lives of their peers. Because of my upbringing I have a compulsion to protect others at my expense and would never dream of aiming a firearm at someone who wasn't an immediate threat to my safety. But while white supremacists around me were sharpening their views on the playground, I was the easy target.
I obviously didn't pursue a career in art and still struggle with personal identity and creativity because of this.