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.