8/9/2011, 11:58 p.m.
I'm discouraged that when I attempted to post a comment about Herb Boyd's story on Lloyd Williams and the treatment he is receiving from the N.Y. Post, my comments were rejected. Why? Because my personal interaction with Mr. Williams offers a very different narrative than the puff piece the Amnews chose to run. See below:
Jazz Party's A Bust In Harlem
BY JIM DWYER
Sunday, October 05, 1997
HERE WAS THE PITCH: The new nightclub would jump from the brightest and best history of Harlem. Jazz would swing again on 135th St. Money would be made.
Lloyd Williams was courting, and Dean Schomburg was ready to dance.
"Lloyd said, 'We need this as a linchpin to bring back the Harlem of old when people wanted to come uptown,' " recalled Schomburg. "At the end of the meeting, Lloyd said, 'I want somebody who looks like us' meaning black folks 'to be in control of this project.' "
Great idea. Perfect spot. The club would be in the heart of Strivers Center, a handsomely restored length of 135th St. that was developed with city funds by a group that includes Williams, head of the Greater Harlem Chamber of Commerce and the Harlem Week festival.
"What a travesty it turned out to be," Schomburg said.
He and his partner fell in love with the idea of the club, and with the money they would make from it. So they put their money on the table.
"The whole premise was that we're going to bring back the memories, the nostalgia, the excitement of when the clubs were here all the glory days of Harlem," said Schomburg.
As it happens, the Schomburg name is one of Harlem's glories.
Two minutes from Strivers Center, you can find the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, the United States' premier library for scholarly research into African-American history. The core of the collection are the books, newspapers and manuscripts assembled at the turn of the century by Puerto Rican-born black scholar Arturo Schomburg, who had been told as a fifth-grade school boy that "the Negro had no history."
While working as a mail clerk at Bankers Trust, Arturo Schomburg wrote to book dealers around the world and bought more than 10,000 volumes of black history. The New York Public Library purchased them in 1926.
Dean Schomburg is the grandson of Arturo Schomburg. His tale of being done wrong has the flavor of historical sacrilege as if a grandson of Babe Ruth reported that he had been burnt in dealing with George Steinbrenner.
For the nightclub venture, Schomburg hooked up with an old friend, Alvin (Buster) Reid, owner of the Lenox Lounge. "We asked Lloyd and his people about an architect," Schomburg said, "and they recommended their own architect. He had worked on the renovations of the buildings, so it made sense to have someone who knew the property do the drawings for the club.
"Where I fell down, I didn't hire legal counsel at the outset."
The architect drew up schematics for the renovations that would be needed on three storefronts, 229, 231and 235 W. 135th St. "We paid him $19,342," Schomburg said, "and we were putting together our business plan. I had sent my financial statements in.