On an warm August night in San Francisco in 1966 (no one knows the exact date since SFPD files have been lost) at Gene Compton’s Cafeteria, a seedy eatery in the Tenderloin district one of the first rebellions against the oppression of the LGBT community.
Compton’s became a sanctuary drag queens, young gay street hustlers, and down-and-out regulars much to the chagrin of it’s owners.
One August night the management who were finally fed-up and annoyed by the noisy crowd at one table, called the police. When a surly cop, accustomed to manhandling the Compton’s clientele, attempted to arrest one of the drag queens, she threw her coffee in his face and mayhem erupted. Windows broke, furniture flew through the air and the hustlers and drag queens fought back. Police reinforcements then arrived, and the fighting spilled into the street.
For the first time, the gay hustlers and drag queens banded together to fight back. Getting the better of the cops, they kicked, punched and stomped on the cops with their high-heels. For everyone at Compton’s that night, one thing was certain — things there would never be the same again.
There is so much more to the story of the Compton Cafeteria than those bare-bones facts. In 1966 San Francisco it was unlawful to crossdress and it was unlawful to “impersonate a female.” Drag performers, transvestites, effeminate gay males, and rough trade hustlers experienced frequent harassment by police, including arrests, beatings and demeaning jailhouse treatment. With no rights, employment or public accommodation protections, prostitution became survival sex work — it was the only way a drag queen or a down and out hot young guy could make a living.
The violent reaction of the drag queens and gays at the Compton’s Cafeteria did not solve the problems that they were having in the Tenderloin on daily basis. It did, however, create a space in which it became possible for the city of San Francisco to begin relating differently to the community — to begin treating them, in fact, as citizens with legitimate needs instead of simply as a problem to get rid of. That shift in awareness was a crucial step for the contemporary social justice movement — the beginning of a new relationship to state power and social legitimacy.
1st off, thanks will k for the work to make this site. 2nd: i wish they would have wrote on the plaque THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT instead of OUR C R MOVEMENT. OUR VS THEIR, US VS THEM. we’re all in this together. i thought we had reasoned this out 50 yrs ago. and finally, the article mentioned ‘survival sex work’, attention all sex workers! never let anyone ever make you feel ‘less that’. you and/or porn stars are the sex educators and psychologists for the masses.like it or not you are proud members of THE OLDEST PROFESSION. and smart too, takin your fav hobby and turning it into a job. tip o’ my hat to you all!
I started living as a woman in the Spring of 1969 in San Francisco. I went to the Counseling Center when it was on Third and Mission. Ran the Counseling Center with Jan Maxwell when it was in the Tenderloin three years later. I didn’t hear of this until the 1990s when Stryker brought it up.
A lot of history is being erased and the Dr.s and social workers who weren’t trans are forgotten, when they were the ones who made our getting our sex change operations possible.