QUIZ 8

Memories of That Night at the Stonewall Inn, From Those Who Were There [and survived to 2019—BH]

Louis Lucero II, The New York Times, June 16, 2019

The Stonewall Inn on July 2, 1969, the fifth day of

clashes between patrons and the police. The bar

in operation today, which looks much as it did

then, was made a national monument in

2016.Credit:Larry Morris/The New York Times

Few people are still around who were

really at the Stonewall Inn in Greenwich

Village on that summer evening 50 years

ago, when a raid by the police led to a

violent uprising. Just this month, the New

York Police Department apologized. Here

are recollections of that night from three

men who were there.

Gay in 1969

Martin Boyce remembers police harassment. Credit: Chad Batka for The New York Times

In February 1969, Martin Boyce moved into the Manhattan apartment where he would

live for the next 50 years. At the time, Mr. Boyce, then a 21-year-old history student at

Hunter College, was living with his family. Most nights, however, he traded the East

Side for the West Village.

“Christopher Street was our turf,” he said in a recent interview at his home.

Mr. Boyce and some of his friends liked to dress in “scare drag,” a looser style of

gender-bending that, he recalled, some drag queens derided as “lazy” and “no

ambition.”

But the point was “to confuse someone for just a few moments,” he explained. In any case, one of his personal

philosophies of scare drag had a practical benefit.

“Never wear heels, because you had to run,” he said.

Evading police harassment was a fact of life for gay people like Mr. Boyce. Many of the unwanted interactions were

predicated on a criminal statute allowing for the arrest of anyone not wearing at least three articles of gender-

appropriate clothing. (“And socks didn’t count,” Mr. Boyce said.)

While allowing that the officers “generally” followed the rules, he said that “it was all their whim to make our lives

miserable.”

According to Mr. Boyce, the routine police stops, regular attempts at entrapment and raids of establishments

frequented by gays all contributed to an atmosphere in which being gay meant feeling hunted.

“We all had our lists in our heads of friends who were beaten, maimed, thrown out of their house, informed on by

the cops — tragic stories,” he said. “But there was nothing you could do about it.”

53 Christopher Street

Mark Segal said Stonewall created visibility.CreditJason Varney for The New York Times

The Stonewall Inn, a seedy gay bar on Christopher Street, was different things to

different people. Many resented the Mafia’s control of the bar, which manifested in

ways ranging from police payoffs to what Mr. Boyce described as a sign-in book at the

entrance. (“I can’t tell you how many times Judy Garland was there,” he said wryly.

“Not one real name.”)

But Mark Segal, a Philadelphia native who, at 18, arrived in New York City in the spring

of 1969, was more than happy to overlook the overpriced and watered-down drinks.

“It was a safe place for us,” he said. “When you walked in the door of Stonewall,” he

added, “you could hold hands, you could kiss and, more importantly, you could

dance.”

The bar also drew an unusually diverse crowd. “Stonewall was like a Noah’s ark,” Mr. Boyce said. Its patrons

exhibited “degrees of loudness,” he explained, “going from drag queens down to professionals.”

To avoid alienating any particular demographic and ensure that the clientele remained mixed, Mr. Boyce said, the

bar’s various Mafia front men performed a crude calculus at the door: “Not too many whites, it’ll tip to white; not

too many blacks, it’ll tip to black.”

Still, “it wasn’t the only gay bar in the neighborhood,” Jim Fouratt pointed out in a recent interview. Mr. Fouratt

turned 28 in the summer of 1969, when he was working for CBS Records, giving the label cool-kid credibility in

meetings with bands. He preferred a bar at the nearby Cherry Lane Theater, he said.

“Most of the customers were closeted married men,” he said of the Stonewall. In his 1993 book “Stonewall,” the

historian Martin Duberman quoted a description of the bar by Mr. Fouratt that pulled exactly zero punches: “a real

dive, an awful, sleazy place set up by the Mob for hustlers.”

What’s in a Name

Jim Fouratt recalled an “internal rebellion.”CreditChad Batka for The New York Times

Very early on Saturday, June 28, 1969, somethinghappened at the Stonewall Inn, though

even the question of what to call it, like most details of that night, is a matter of

disagreement.

Although many historians favor the term “uprising,” Mr. Boyce and Mr. Segal do not shy

away from calling the events of that night a riot.

Mr. Fouratt, on the other hand, said he preferred to think of it as an “internal rebellion,”

one in which his “internalized homophobia flew away.”

It began with police action that, from the start, was distinct from the raids routinely staged at the Stonewall. Those

usually came earlier at night, when the bar was less full, meaning the raid would prove less disruptive to business —

the reason the bar’s management paid to be tipped off.

That night, police officers entered the bar and began to arrest employees, saying they were selling alcohol without

a license. Several patrons were taken into custody under the appropriate-dress statute.

Most of the time, the people hanging out outside the bar would scatter at the police’s arrival. “We always listened

to them, we always broke up,” Mr. Boyce said.

“But not this time,” he continued. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know for the life of me.”

Instead, the crowd began to resist, with boos escalating to more aggressive jeers. There are different accounts of

the true spark, but eventually, a violent riot broke out in front of the Stonewall.

“The pain, the anger, the frustration, the humiliation, the constant badgering, the constant turmoil that they caused

in our lives: Now was the time to get it out,” Mr. Boyce said. “You didn’t have to hurt a cop. You didn’t have to hurt

somebody. You just had to scream it out.”

Scenes of Frenzy

Although the general contours of the uprising are somewhat well established, almost every detail of that first night

continues to be fiercely contested, even half a century later, including “who threw the first brick” — or even if

bricks were thrown. (“There’s this whole myth of people breaking, throwing bricks at the windows and starting

fires: It’s all myth, it’s all mythology,” Mr. Fouratt said, saying there was wood all over the windows at the time.)

But participants’ vivid recollections of certain moments form a striking collage of a June night heavy with history.

Mr. Boyce said the crowd outside the bar was nothing out of the ordinary. “In those days, it was entertainment to

see a raid,” he said. “It was schadenfreude: You weren’t in it, so watch it.” From where he and his friend Birdie

Rivera were standing, he said, they had a good view of someone being shoved into a paddy wagon.

He said he remembered seeing a high heel come out of the van and kick the officer. “He just went in,” Mr. Boyce

recalled, “and you heard flesh, and bone, against metal.”

After the officer turned around with his nightstick raised and told the onlookers to clear out, something took a turn,

Mr. Boyce said. “We just kept taking steps towards him. So I don’t know what we looked like, or what was in our

eyes. But he did. And he looked, he flinched, he gulped, and he ran for the door.”

Within minutes, he said, “Bang: The whole thing just blew up.”

Mr. Boyce said he remembered a long night of at least a dozen retreats and returns. At one point, he said, people

ran out of things to throw and went out to get more ammunition. When they returned, he said, “they were

dragging big, black bags of squeezed oranges from Orange Julius.”

And of course, there was the kickline. “We started this Rockette kickline, singing ‘We Are the Village Girls,’ one of

our ditties,” he said.

That squares with Mr. Segal’s recollection of a generally upbeat mood. “We were very happy that night,” he said.

“We were joyous.”

“At one point, I felt like screaming, ‘I’m gay!’ in the middle of the street,” he said. “That was unheard-of.”

Asked if he had any regrets about anything he did or didn’t do that first night, Mr. Segal initially said no. “I’m happy

that I wrote on the streets, you know, and the walls; I’m happy that I witnessed what I witnessed.” Still, he said, “I

don’t remember throwing anything, as other people have.”

“If I have one regret, maybe it’s I didn’t throw a stone or a can,” he said, laughing.

Mr. Boyce was also proud of how the night unfolded. “No scores were settled,” he said, pointing out that the frenzy

of a raid was often used for cover to exact personal vengeance. “Queens that really hated each other fought side by

side.”

‘Ending Invisibility’

All these participants agreed that it was not remotely obvious in the immediate aftermath that the uprising would

prove to be of any lasting significance. “We didn’t think Stonewall was historic at all,” Mr. Segal said.

One of the most important shifts after Stonewall was visibility. Mr. Boyce and Mr. Segal both recalled having to

sneak around libraries when they were younger for information about gays, which, at the time, meant scientific

literature that characterized homosexuality as a mental disorder.

Mr. Boyce mentioned Tennessee Williams’s growing fame and Truman Capote’s self-deprecating TV appearances as

evidence that “we weren’t totally isolated.”

“No matter how negative, you just wanted to see yourself,” he said.

Mr. Segal apparently felt the same way. In the years after Stonewall, he engaged in a series of political stunts called

zaps, in which he barged into broadcasts in an effort to provoke discussion. “I was appearing unannounced on all

your favorite TV shows, if they were live,” he said.

“I didn’t care if I was an enemy because if someone saw me doing what I was doing, they had to talk about us,” he

said, “and the more they talked about us, the more we became visible. The more we became visible, the more

people would feel confident coming out.”

Mr. Segal, whose grandmother took him to his first civil rights demonstration at 13, said that in spite of his presence

at Stonewall, he hoped his legacy would be “ending invisibility.” “I’m proud of those zaps,” he said, calling them

“the most important contribution I made.”

One of his main prescriptions for contemporary gay rights groups is more black and transgender people in

leadership positions. But Mr. Segal also said activists could stand to adopt a few of the earlier movement’s tactics,

and perhaps some of its fervor.

“Get out in the street!” he said. “Handcuff yourself to something! Get arrested!”