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The Cotton Club in
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The theme park of the Harlem Renaissance. |
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Amid the fake palm trees of the Cotton Club, white America
discovered black culture. Throughout the twenties, the limos lined
up on 133rd Street between Lenox and Seventh avenues, known as Jungle
Alley, with its slew of clubs, of which the Cotton Club was king.
“Harlem nights became show nights for the Nordics” was
the way Langston Hughes put it. In 1923, when the Cotton Club opened,
Harlem was in the midst of its Renaissance, but the Cotton Club was
no beacon of progress. The club was strictly segregated—“It
isn’t necessary to mix with colored people if you don’t
feel like it,” said Jimmy Durante. Every effort was made to
make white patrons feel safe. (The Cotton Club’s color line
did not apply for famous black Americans.) After the show,
the performers would repair to the basement apartment in the building
next door for a nightcap of corn whiskey or peach brandy and marijuana—and
then the fun really began.
"It's Harlemand anything goes.
Harlem, the new playground of New York! Harlemthe colored city
in the greatest metropolis of the white man." Edward
Doherty |
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