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  "publishedAt": "2026-06-29T16:05:02.000Z",
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  "textContent": "\n\n\n\nTo put it gently, Andy Warhol’s _Lonesome Cowboys_ was never destined to become a classic of gay cinema.\n\nThe artist’s take on the Western certainly didn’t captivate lesbian activist Abby Drue in its first 15 minutes, which is all she saw of it before police raided the fateful Atlanta screening she attended on August 5, 1969. She has more regret over never eating the rest of the ham and cheese sandwich she had smuggled into the theater. When the lights came on, her first thought was: _Andy is so cheap, the film broke_.\n\nBut then Drue saw all the men leaping over the seats, trying to get outside, only to run into another set of cops entering through the Ansley Mall Mini-Cinema’s fire exit doors. The authorities began barking instructions: “Stop where you are! Do not move!”\n\n“And I’m holding a submarine sandwich,” Drue tells _The Advocate_ , painting an unforgettable picture. “I have to admit, I was young, and I thought it was very funny.”\n\nThe police, Drue recalls, lined up the filmgoers in rows, photographed them, and made arrests on the typical blend of nonsense charges used to target LGBTQ+ people for congregating in private establishments at the time, like lewdness or public indecency. Drue says the only “grass” she had on her at the time was the lettuce in her sub. She left the theater that night with a court date she never ended up having to attend. Her records were later expunged. Others weren’t so lucky.\n\n“When we walked out of the theater, it was outrageous seeing the guys being pushed and frisked,” she recalls. “It was horrible. They were just throwing all of them into the van.”\n\nDrue recalls that the bulk of the moviegoers — largely gay men, some of them not yet publicly out — ended up getting off with fines. “It was more of an intimidation,” she says. “People weren’t left in jail from it.” But if the police wanted to cow Atlanta’s queer community into submission, the raid backfired spectacularly. “It was the proverbial straw that broke our backs,” Drue says.\n\nIn the aftermath of the 1969 raid, Drue joined a group of LGBTQ+ activists, including the influential Bill Smith, to form Georgia’s Gay Liberation Front. That group organized Atlanta’s first Pride events: a march along downtown sidewalks in 1971 after the city denied them permits, followed by an official procession in 1972. Last year, the Atlanta Pride Festival drew more than 350,000 visitors — among them Drue, who is now the last known living person who was present at the _Lonesome Cowboys_ raid.\n\nIf this trajectory sounds familiar — a police action that sparks a resistance movement — it’s because Atlanta followed a similar path as New York after the June 1969 raid on the Stonewall Inn or as San Francisco after the August 1966 Compton Cafeteria riot. In fact, _Smithsonian Magazine_ labeled the _Lonesome Cowboys_ raid “the Stonewall of the South that history forgot,” and that can be felt on the very ground where it took place.\n\nWhen you visit the site of the Stonewall riots in New York City, it’s clear you are in a place of historic importance. There are signs and plaques, even a National Monument that was targeted by the Trump administration for continuing to fly the Pride flag on land managed by the National Park Service. Most importantly, the gay bar is still standing — though it is no longer owned by the mafia. By contrast, the Ansley Mall Mini-Cinema is now an optometry practice with nary a marker to be found.\n\nThe relative obscurity of the _Lonesome Cowboys_ raid is even more poignant when considering Atlanta’s underappreciated role in the national LGBTQ+ movement writ large. “[Atlanta] was one of the very few places in the South where people felt a degree of safety, and it caused this internal migration,” says Martin Padgett, whose book _A Night at the Sweet Gum Head_ traces the history of 1970s gay activism in the Southern capital. “A lot of queer people ended up coming from Opp, Alabama, and Florence, South Carolina, and Gainesville, Florida, and moving to Atlanta. It precipitated a queer community developing that was quite large and is hundreds of thousands of people today.”\n\nThrough _Sweet Gum Head_ and his more recent work on Michael Hardwick, an Atlanta resident whose sodomy arrest went to the Supreme Court, Padgett is one of several regional scholars who want to paint a more fully formed picture of LGBTQ+ history in the United States — one less focused on a couple of coastal hubs.\n\nWhen Stonewall occurred, it received media coverage in the form of a “couple of _New York Times_ newspaper clippings about this long,” Padgett says, pinching his fingers together — but it has since become the subject of countless monographs, documentaries, and art projects. “The legend creates a reality after it,” he notes.\n\nThat mythmaking process can become overly focused on a single event, to the point that writers end up spilling endless ink trying to figure out who threw the first brick at Stonewall — if it even _was_ a brick — instead of highlighting other pivotal turning points. “I think there’s so much history now that is invested in New York and San Francisco, and so much of it, still mining those layers of what do we actually know, that it’s hard to get oxygen for some other places,” says Padgett. (That includes drawing attention to the raid of what he calls, unprompted, a “terrible movie.”)\n\nAbby Druecourtesy\n\nThat hyperfocus can also create a false impression that LGBTQ+ advocacy in the United States _began_ with Stonewall and spread to the American South from there. In actuality, Drue says the raid on Stonewall had almost no impact on the work she and her fellow activists did after the _Lonesome Cowboys_ raid. She remembers hearing about Stonewall that summer via a long-distance telephone call with a cousin who lived in Greenwich Village, but it had not yet crystallized into a touchstone moment. “It took months, almost a year, for even Stonewall to be digested,” she says.\n\n“It wasn’t like today, when if the Stonewall riots happened this afternoon, everyone in the world would know it in, like, 15 minutes,” adds Joshua Burford, co-executive director of Invisible Histories, a community-based archive focused on the South.\n\nInstead, LGBTQ+ advocacy in the American South marched to the beat of its own drum, both in Atlanta and in more sparsely populated areas, even if the narrative structure does not seem as concise as a thrown brick sparking a revolution. “We developed our own organizing in the South in ways that made sense to us in places that were super rural, with smaller populations, just as successfully, if not more successfully, in other, like, larger urban spots,” says Burford. “And so Stonewall gets in the way of a lot of conversations in some cases. It is an important moment — let’s not say it wasn’t — it just wasn’t the only one.”\n\nBut as the _Lonesome Cowboys_ raid fights for its place in the canon of LGBTQ+ history, let there be no debate about the quality of the movie itself. “There weren’t a lot of options for queer cinema in the 1960s, but my God, to get arrested watching that movie does feel like a slap in the face,” says Burford.\n\nAnd Abby Drue’s official review of the Warhol flick after finally finishing it a half-century later? “I sure didn’t miss much.”\n\n** _This article is part of The Advocate's July-Aug 2026 print issue, on newsstands July 7._** Support queer media and subscribe**_— or download the issue now through Apple News+, Zinio, Nook, or PressReader._**",
  "title": "How a 1969 screening of an Andy Warhol film became the ‘Stonewall of the South’"
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