John Wojtowicz (15:37)
Because now the police started coming in, raiding the bar. They pushed everybody to the back room and slowly asking for IDs. Meanwhile, there was crowds forming outside the Stonewall wanting to know what was going on. And we were walking up 7th Avenue, and we were thinking that it was either Black Panthers or the Young Lords who were gonna start it. And we turned the corner from 7th Avenue onto Christopher street, and we saw the paddy wagon pull up there, and some people came out. And being very dramatic, I looked down the street and I could see the Stonewall sign. And I started to see some activity in front of. So I run down there, and as I'm looking around to see what's Going on, police cars, different things happening. It's getting bigger by the minute. And the people coming out weren't going along with it so easily. A rather tough lesbian was busted in the bar, but when she came out of the bar, she was fighting the cops and was trying to get away. And the harder she fought, the more the cops were beating her up and the madder the crowd got. Things started off small, but there was an energy that began to flow through the crowd. People were screaming, pig, copper. People started throwing pennies. And then everybody started to throw pennies, like, you know, like they were. This is what they were, nothing but copper, you know, coppers. That's what they were worth. So it was mostly goofing, really, basically goofing on them, getting them in the car and rocking them back and forth, calling them names, telling them how good looking they were, grabbing their butts, doing things like that, you know, just making their lives miserable for once. At a certain point it felt pretty dangerous to me. But I noticed that the cop that seemed in charge, he said, you know what, we have to go inside for safety. Your choice, you can come in with us or you could stay out here with the crowd and report your stuff from out here. I said, I can go in with you. He said, okay, let's go. He pulls all his men inside. I'm fully inside the stonewall. So then I got pushed back in into the stonewall by these plainclothes cops and they would not let me out. They didn't let anybody out. They were just holding us. Almost like in a hostage situation where you. You don't know what's going to happen next. But there were little tiny pinholes in the plywood windows. I'll call them the windows, but they were plywood and we could look out from there. And every time I went over and looked out through one of the pinholes where he did, we were shocked at how big the crowd had become. They were getting more ferocious. Things were being thrown against the plywood. We piled things up to try to buttress it. Someone at this point had apparently gone down to the cigar stand on the corner and got lighter fluid. And then somebody started a fire. They started with little lighters and matches. Incendiary devices were being thrown in. I don't think there were Molotov cocktails, but it was just fire being thrown in when the doors got open. Well, we did use the small hoses on the fire extinguishers, but we couldn't hold out very long. I was very anti police, had many years already. Of activism against the forces of law and order. This was the first time I could actually sense, not only see them fearful, I could sense them fearful. There was joy because the cops weren't winning. The cops were barricaded inside. We were winning. You could hear screaming outside, a lot of noise from the protesters. And it was a good sound. It was a real good sound to know that, you know, you had a lot of people out there pulling for you. Our goal was to hurt those police. I wanted to kill those cops for the anger I had of me. And the cops got that. They were very lucky because I was from the streets. So at that point, the police are extremely nervous, and a couple of them had pulled out their guns. I actually thought, as all of them did, that we were going to be killed. And if enough people broke through, they would be killed and I would be killed. They're going to come this way and we're going to be backing up, and who knows what will happen? We told this to our men, don't fire. Don't fire until I fire. And he went to each man and said it by name, like, joe, if you fire your gun without me saying your name and the words fire, you will be walking a beat on Staten island, all alone on a lonely beach for the rest of your police career. Do you understand me? We were looking for secret exits, and one of the police women was able to squirm through the window, and they did find a way out. All of a sudden, in the background, I heard some police cars, and we all relaxed. We heard one, then more and more. So the cops came with all these buses, like five buses, and they all were full of tactical police force. And they wore dark police uniforms and riot helmets, and they had billy clubs and they had big plastic shields like Roman army. And they actually farmed the phalanx and just marched down Christopher street and kind of pushed us in front of them. So finally, when they started taking me out arm and arm up to the paddy wagon, I jumped up and I.