“YOU FAGGOTS ARE REVOLTING!”
Cat-call at the first gay parade in New York. To which an anonymous wit shouted back, “You bet your sweet ass we are!”
By Scott Ross
A few signposts leading to, and from, 27 and 28 June, 1969.
The late Frank Kameny in Philadelphia in 1965. Fired from his government job in 1957 as a “sex pervert,” he took his case to the Supreme Court in 1961, eight years before Stonewall. One of the most courageous men of his time.
Lesbian rights pioneers Barbara Gittings and her lifetime partner Kay (Tobin) Lahusen, in the early 1960s
The Black Cat Tavern in the Silverlake district of L.A. On New Year’s Eve 1967—a full two and half years before the Stonewall uprising—patrons rioted when the cops arrested and brutally beat its patrons. The Advocate arose from this infamous event. Why do so few of us know it happened?
Above and below: The Stonewall Inn, 28 June 1969. The night the queers fought back.
How the New York Times chose to cover Stonewall.
The late playwright Doric Wilson, who was there. His fantasia about Stonewall, Street Theatre, should be required reading for every intelligent homo.
One of the first posters of a new movement, if not the first.
The late—how I tire of using that phrase—Vito Russo, an early activist whose groundbreaking book The Celluloid Closet, marrying two of my chief interests (movies and homosexuality) rocked my world in 1981.
Text copyright 2013 by Scott Ross