Remembering Stonewall

Remembering Stonewall: Let’s Not Forget

To mark the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall riots, this month History Workshop will post a series of articles reflecting on the event and its legacy. Here, writer and activist Nívea Castro recounts her own memories of the riot – both in a Q&A with HWO and in her poem ‘Let’s Not Forget’.

What are your memories of the Stonewall riots?

I was a 17-year-old, yet to come out Latina Nuyorican hippie wannabe, the first in my family to graduate from high school and accepted into college. I remember a mention of police ‘disturbances’ with homosexuals in the newspapers my step-father brought home every day from his janitor’s job but nothing was acknowledged at home. I lived in Brooklyn but I’d hang out with friends at Washington Square Park, just a few blocks away from Christopher Street where Stonewall Inn was/is located. I remember a buzz of excitement like electric currents. Even though I did not directly participant in the actual events, I felt included: I, along with others, were a part of something bigger than just a street commotion. We witnessed history in the making.

Nivea Castro in the early 1970s with her brother Elvin. Photo courtesy Nivea Castro.

New Yorkers are hardcore and are accustomed to anything goes but this ‘riot’ was different. It was distinct for two amazing reasons, both a first. One, the cops were getting their butts kicked to the curb. Their odious tactics were turned back on them and this time they were the ones humiliated. Two, It was Boricua drag queens who lead the revolt and triumphed in humbling the NYPD! I was so proud of them.

Soon after, I left New York hitch-hiking cross country and back in time for college and another monumental and historical event – Woodstock.

What impact did the riots have on your life – both immediately afterwards and over the years?

I came out soon after the riots. At the time, I didn’t make a direct correlation but looking back, the Stonewall riots allowed me the space, the permission and approval to “come out of the closet” as was the popular sayin’ in the 1970s.

As a newly out Lesbian I hurled myself into dyke liberation politics especially around Womyn/people of Color concerns. These social justice endeavors compelled me to complete an undergraduate degree and then enter law school. I consider myself a triple L warrior: Lesbian, Latina, Lawyer (I could also add Lover. HA).

What are your thoughts now, fifty years on, about the impact of the riots and about the way in which they have been remembered?

We tend to forget history. Before Stonewall, for example, a thriving LGBT community existed in 1920s Berlin – the ‘Gay capital of Europe’ – until the Nazis decimated them. Today, with so-called marriage equity, people have become complacent and many of us act as if there is nothing more to do but enjoy unmolested private lives. Wrong. The political and social climate are blowing rightwing raging red – dreadfully dangerous for Lesbians and all the rest of the queer alphabet. I say remember Stonewall as a moment in time. Use the memory as ‘fight back’ impetus. Complacency is not an option.

The Stonewall Inn in 1969. Photo courtesy Diana Davies, copyright owned by New York Public Library [CC BY-SA 3.0]

Lets Not Forget

Faux females hitched

dresses round furry calves

high heels in hand

be pointy weapons.

From outraged closets naked

notions of frustrated freedoms spilt

onto Christopher Street

like boiled milk in Puerto Rican coffee.

Burnt bloody tired of living

on curb’s edge               tired

of brutal policia bust     tired

of social condemnations.

When enough was enough

queers fought back.

Lets not forget it was Boricua

 drag queens who led stonewall.

© nívea castro


  1. Thank you for sharing some Stonewall history and poetry with me. Is your writers workshop still in action.

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