It was quite the time, the summer of ’69.
Armstrong’s giant leap for mankind, the age of flower power, it’s all very glamourous. But what also happened that June was something that reshaped the way we view people’s rights as individuals. And it all began at Stonewall Inn, a dingy little gay bar tucked away on Manhattan’s Christopher Street.
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Stonewall Inn wasn’t much unlike the other gay bars in New York’s Greenwich Village. It was run by the mob, sold cheap liquor in expensive bottles, unlicensed, and was raided every few days by the police. That is until the night for June 27th, 1969. It was the early hours of June 28th, to be precise.
Back in the 1960s, homosexuality had been classified as a mental illness, and the liquor licensing authorities refused to hand out liquor licenses to bars that served gay patrons. It was here that the Mafia saw an opportunity, and greased the palms of the police to run their haunts.
The NYPD’s crackdown on these gay bars would usually happen in the early evening, where staff and patrons—especially members of the trans community who wouldn’t dress as per their assigned sex—would be arrested. But at Stonewall that night, something was different. It was after midnight, and the police had sent in officers in plain clothes to identify staff. As the police stormed in and club-goers filed out, they didn’t disperse like they normally would. Instead, the crowd gathered across the street, and started growing.
Spirits were high, as was the anger.
This was the first time the gay community came together to express their fury over the discrimination. Pocket change flew at the police first, followed by bottles and bits and pieces of trash. Eventually, it was entire trash cans, and the police had to barricade themselves inside the Stonewall Inn. Patrons, however, hadn’t had enough. Using an uprooted parking meter as a battering ram, they stormed into Stonewall and set it ablaze.
What followed was six days of riots and protests, better known as the Stonewall Uprising today.
A year later, activists commemorated this uprising with what was called the Christopher Street Liberation Day; it was the first gay pride march. What happened that night at Stonewall Inn paved the path of resistance for the entire LGBTQ+ community. June is now designated as Pride Month, and pride parades are held annually the world over.
The events of one night changed the lives of an entire community, forever.