Once or twice in the past, I sat on panels about censorship. Naturally the sponsors assumed I was against censorship, and I guess I was. But I liked the parents who'd read books they didn't want in their homes and were both passionate and articulate about it. Afterwards I told some of them that I admired their position and they were stunned that I wasn't busy dragging their children to the brink of the fiery pit and had time to be cordial.
And then there's the phenomenon called Hardening the Collective. That occurs when Side A of the censorship issue shouts at Side B and B shouts back. Neither can change its mind. Neither wants to. Firm beliefs ossify. Then rigor mortis sets in. I don't want to be part of that. I'm busy being snarky and shouting at slow race horses.
And anyway -- is it really my job to defend what I write? Some people won't like some of it; others will love it. I'll settle for that.