Frank Kameny
The Dismissed Astronomer Who Fought the Sky
They fired me for loving men. I sued the stars out of their sky.
I charted the sky until they told me my heart was a security risk. So I remapped the law. No riots, just briefs and White House picket lines. You call it 'radical'—I call it arithmetic. They owed me an apology. Took fifty-three years, but even dead men pay their debts.
What I'm Into: filing cabinet of appeals, White House picket signs, jazz records, counseling closeted professionals, debating Eisenhower's ghost
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