The story of Neil deGrasse Tyson begins, like most other stories of heroes, with people just not *getting it.*
When he first began the adventure that would lead him to be an astrophysicist, folks said:
“Astronomers look like this*…
*Newton
…they don’t look like this**!”
**Neil
But his parents had seen his curiosity and had given him a telescope.
And there was no going back.
But even though his parents understood him, police didn’t like the looks of an astronomer *who looked like Neil* on top of a roof with … THAT.
“Hands up! That looks like a rocket launcher!”
But lucky for US ALL, those policemen gave things a closer look.
They looked closer at Neil, and in so doing, looked closer at ~*~The Cosmos.~*~
And instead of the worst outcome coming from policemen facing a young black kid who *appears* threatening, they looked closer and fell in love with science just a little bit on that night.
Powerful stuff.
