The riots went on for several nights, and our gay brothers and sisters pelted the police with coins, cans, bottles, and rubbish. One participant said, "I had a Molotov cocktail in my hand, and I didn't even know what one was until that night." I don't generally approve of violence, but in this case I suppose we could see it as self defense. And it was the point at which things began to change.
A clear message was sent: The pansies weren't going to take it any more.