Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

No one stood up when the credits began to roll.

Whispered wows mixed with the sound of sniffling as we reached for tissues, blinked our eyes, and stayed for just a moment longer.

Like so many others, I grew up watching Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. Childhood memories flooded back as the red trolley, the closet full of sweaters hung with care, and the familiar and welcoming face of Mr. Rogers filled the big screen.

At the time, I’m not sure I understood just how unusual — in every wonderful wa...