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Neil DeGrasse Tyson Addresses Accusations of Sexual Attacks

Neil deGrasse Tyson has finally arrived to deal with the sexual misconduct that came to Friday. In a long Facebook…

Neil deGrasse Tyson has finally arrived to deal with the sexual misconduct that came to Friday. In a long Facebook letter he said his piece and went through the allegations in detail and gave his side of the story.

“I have recently been publicly accused of sexual misconduct,” he wrote in the mail. “These accusations have had a lot of pressure in the past 48 hours, as a result of my reactions. In many cases, it’s not media’s fault. I rejected comments on the grounds that serious allegations should not be assessed in the press. But I can not continue to be silent. “

The known astrophysical / TV personality has been accused of various women of sexual irregularity. In light of the new allegations, the networks and the producers forces the Emmy winning Cosmos to look into the matter.

He packed accusations that began with a year 2009, where he was accused of “groping” a fan. He then talked about an event with a PA in 201

8. At one point he told her, “If I hug you, maybe I just want more.” She was “crazy” when he invited her for some wine and cheese. He also raised accusations from the early 80’s when he was accused of renaming and raping a woman.

“I’m the accused, so why do I believe in something I’m saying? Why do I believe it at all?” He concluded.

He added: “Accusations can hurt a reputation and a marriage. Sometimes irreversible. I see myself as a baby and an official – a researcher and educator serving the public’s will. I am grateful for the support I have received from those who continue to respect and value me and my work. “

Read their entire statement below.

For many reasons, most motivated men were accused, some unjust men of sexual irregularity in today’s climate “to me” are believed to be guilty of public opinion. Emotions bypass due process, people choose pages, and social media wars begin.

In any claim, proof is required. Evidence is always important. But what happens when it’s just someone’s word against others, and stories do not agree? That’s when people tend to convince who is more credible than who. And that’s when an impartial survey can best serve the truth – and would have my full cooperation to do that.

I have recently been publicly accused of sexual misconduct. These accusations have had a lot of pressure in the past 48 hours, even of my reactions. In many cases, media is not wrong. I declined comments on the grounds that serious allegations should not be assessed in the press. But clearly I can not keep quiet. So below, I give my account of every accusation.

2009 Incident

I am invited by thousands of people a year to take pictures with them. A flattering, time-consuming but wonderful character. Like many in my fan base, certifying me can be almost crazy if I notice that you wear cosmic bling – clothes or jewelry or tattoos that depict the universe, either scientifically or artistically. And I prioritize to point out these decorations for the photo.

A colleague at a well-attended post conference, social meeting came to me to ask for a photo. She had an sleeveless dress with a tattooed sol system that stretched up her arm. And while I do not explicitly remember to search for Pluto on top of her shoulder, it’s certainly something I would have done in that situation. As we all know, I have a professional history of the destruction of Pluto, which had been officially only three years earlier. So if people have it or not in their tattoos, it is of great interest to me. I had reported that she had “groped” her by searching “up her dress” when this was just a search under the covered part of her shoulder of the sleeveless dress.

I only learned (nine years after) that she believed this behavior is unpleasant. It was never my intention and I am very sad to make her feel so. If I had heard of her discomfort at that moment, I would have offered the same excuse eagerly and on site. In my eyes, I am a friendly and easily accessible guy, but in the future I can certainly be more sensitive to people’s personal space, even in the midst of my planetary enthusiasm.

Summer 2018 Incident

During this past summer, I had a (female) production assistant assigned to me to ensure that every ounce of my energy was efficiently distributed to the show’s production needs. As part of this, she was also my driver, to and from the studio, so I arrived on time. In the car we would review details about the shot and she would help me predict parts of the shot that would come. During many weeks of shooting, she and I spent up to a hundred hours in one-on-one conversation. We became so kind that we talked about all kinds of subjects, including socially personal, such as the care of aging parents, siblings, high school and college life, hometown hobbies, races, sex, and so on. We also discussed minor personal subjects abound, such as rock text, favorite songs in different music genres, concert experiences, etc. And we also talked about food – I’m kind of a foodie and her fiancé was a cook. In short, we had a fun and talkative friendship.

She is a talented, warm and friendly person – excellent draw for morale on high-pressure production. Virtually everybody she knows on the set gets a daily welcome hug from her. I explicitly rejected every hug often offered during production. But instead, I offered a handshake and on a couple of occasions he declared clumsy: “If I hug you maybe I just want more.” My intention was to express a restrictive but genuine love.

In the last week of shooting, with a few days left, as a headstone of our friendship, I invited her to wine and cheese in my place when I let go of my job. No pressure. I often serve wine and cheese to visitors. And I warned that others from production gathered elsewhere that night, so she could just let me go straight there or elsewhere. She chose to come for wine and cheese and I was happy. In the car we had started a long conversation that could continue unchanged. Production days are long. We arrived late, but she was on her way home two hours later.

Afterwards she came to my office to tell me she was good looking out of wine and cheese evening. She saw the invitation as an attempt to seduce her, even though she sat over the wine and cheese table from me and all conversation had been in the same veins as any other conversations we ever had.

Moreover, I never touched her until I shook my hand on departure. By that time, I had offered a special handshake, one of which I learned from a native elder on reserve ground at the edge of the Grand Canyon. You stretch your thumb forward under the handshake to feel the other person’s vital second energy pulse. I’ve never forgotten that handshake, and I’m saving it to appreciate people with whom I’ve developed new friendships.

At the last meeting in my office, I apologized. She accepted the apology. And I assured her that I knew she was uncomfortable, I would apologize for the place, stopped at night and maybe remind her of the second social meeting she could attend. She nevertheless declared her last day, with just a few days left of production.

I note that her last gesture to me was the offer of a hug, which I accepted as a farewell friend.

Early 1980s

I entered astrophysics school right from college 1980. It’s an amazing adventure marathon, and many people do not finish the doctor. In fact, it is not unusual for half of the students to be allowed to leave after two or three years and find any other type of work in their lives. At school I had several girlfriends, one of whom would be my wife for thirty years, a mathematician – we met in the relativity class. During this time, I had a brief connection with a fellow student from a newer class. I remember being just intimate just a few times, everything in her apartment, but chemistry was not there. Then the relationship faded quickly. There was nothing strange or unusual about this friendship.

I did not see much of her after that time. Our student offices were on different floors in the building and we were not in the same classes. A few years later I jumped into her pregnant, with whom I think was the father by her side. That’s when I learned that she had left her elementary school. Again, it’s not an unusual fact, but I still wanted her well in the motherhood and in any career path.

More than thirty years later, when my visibility level took another jump, I read a sneaky blog accusing me of concealing and raping a woman whom I did not recognize with any photo or name. Turned out to be the same person as I dated briefly at elementary school. She had changed her name and lived a whole life married to children before this accusation.

For me, it was most important that in this new life, after releasing at the astrophysics school, she put up videos of colored vocal forks equipped with vibrating therapeutic energy that she channels from the groundbreaking planets. As a researcher, I found this odd one. Meanwhile, according to her blog posts, drug rape and rape charges come from an assumption of what happened to her for one night she does not remember. It is as if a false memory had been implanted, which, for it never happened, must be remembered as an evening she does not remember. She also will not wake up the next morning and go to the office. I found out everything she wrote about her stories morphed over time. This is sad, as for me, defies explanation.

I note that this statement was used as a sort of call by at least one journalist to get out of the woodwork someone who had a meeting with me that left them uncomfortable.

Overview

I’m the accused, so why do I think what I’m saying? Why believe me at all?

It returns us to the value of an independent investigation, which FOX / NatGeo (the networks of Cosmos and StarTalk air) announced that they will perform. I welcome this.

Accusations can hurt a reputation and a marriage. Sometimes irreversible. I see myself as a baby and an official – a researcher and educator serving the public’s will. I am grateful for the support I received from those who continue to respect and value me and my work.

Respectfully filed, Neil deGrasse Tyson, New York City

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