not sure I'm following this right, but I *think* they are trolling... Of course lots of journos and activists jumping in to pile onto Fey.

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Couple good Twain articles-

BANNED: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/features/banned-adventures-huckleberry-finn/

"Before 2012, students were curious about race, racism, the 19th century — what was that like? And I think they saw Huck Finn — the character and the novel — as a literary history lesson. I would go into a school for days and I’d bring in the art, images, the primary sources. Now, the key word to me is relevance. With this particular generation of young people, everything has to be relevant to them and to their experiences. They want to know how a text “fits” in to who they are. Now it’s about social context. It’s about equality and equity and ethics writ large."

The Life That Shaped Mark Twain's Anti-Slavery Views
https://www.aft.org/periodical/american-educator/fall-2002/life-shaped-mark-twains-anti-slavery-views

Huck's experiences with Jim turn upside down everything he has been taught about black people and white, about slavery and freedom, about good and evil. The novel reaches its moral climax when Huck is faced with a terrible choice. He believes he has committed a grievous sin in helping Jim escape and he finally writes out a letter telling Jim's owner where her runaway property can be found. Huck feels good about this at first he says and marvels at how close "I come to being lost and going to hell." But then he hesitates:

"I got to thinking over our trip down the river; and I see Jim before me all the time: in the day and in the night-time, sometimes moonlight, sometimes storms, and we a-floating along, talking and singing and laughing. But somehow I couldn't seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the other kind. I'd see him standing my watch on top of his'n, 'stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see how glad he was when I came back out of the fog; ... and such-like times; and would always call me honey, ... and do everything he could think of for me, and how good he always was; and at last I struck the time ... [when he said] I was the best friend old Jim ever had in the world, and the only one he's got now; and then I happened to look around and see that paper.

I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding me breath, and then says to myself:

"All right, then, I'll go to hell"—and tore it up."