Harlem’s underÂgoÂing anothÂer RenaisÂsance of late. Crime’s down, real estate prices are up, and throngs of pale-faced hipÂsters are descendÂing to check the area out.
Sure, something’s gained, but someÂthing’s lost, too.
For today’s holÂiÂday in Harlem, we’re going to climb in the WayÂback Machine. Set the dial for 1932. Don’t forÂget your map. (Click the image above to view a largÂer verÂsion.)
This deliriÂous artiÂfact comes courÂtesy of Elmer Simms CampÂbell (1906–1971), an artist whose race proved an impedÂiÂment to career advanceÂment in his native MidÂwest. Not long after reloÂcatÂing to New York City, he had the good forÂtune to be befriendÂed by the great Cab CalÂloway, star of the CotÂton Club. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho! Check the lowÂer left corÂner of your map.
You may notice that the comÂpass rose deviÂates rather drasÂtiÂcalÂly from estabÂlished norms. As you’ve no doubt heard, the Bronx is up, and the Battery’s down, but not in this case. Were you to choose those trees in the upper left corÂner as your startÂing point, you’d be at the top of CenÂtral Park, basiÂcalÂly equidisÂtant from the east and west sides. (Take the 2 or the 3 to 110th St…)
But keep in mind that this map is not drawn to scale. I know it looks like the joints are jumpÂing from the secÂond you step off the curb, but in realÂiÂty, you’ll need to hoof it 21 blocks from the top of CenÂtral Park to 131st street for things to start cookin’. HopeÂfulÂly, this geoÂgraphÂiÂcal libÂerÂty won’t get you too hot under the colÂlar. And if it does, well, it may be ProÂhiÂbiÂtion, but stress-relievÂing bevÂerÂages await you in every locaÂtion listÂed, as well as in some 500 speakeasies CampÂbell allowed to remain on the down low.
If that doesÂn’t do it for you, there’s a guy sellÂing reefer across the street from Earl “SnakeÂhips” TuckÂer.
As you stagÂger back and forth between SevÂenth Avenue to Lenox (now referred to as Adam ClayÂton PowÂell Jr. BouleÂvard and MalÂcolm X), bear in mind that CampÂbell was the first African-AmerÂiÂcan carÂtoonÂist to be nationÂalÂly pubÂlished in the New YorkÂer, PlayÂboy, and Esquire, whose bug-eyed, now retired masÂcot, Esky, was a CampÂbell creÂation.
In the end, he was an extremeÂly sucÂcessÂful illusÂtraÂtor, though few of his creÂations are reflecÂtive of his race.
The map above, which did douÂble duty as endÂpaÂpers for Calloway’s autoÂbiÂogÂraÂphy, Of MinÂnie the Moocher and Me, is far closÂer to home.
Right above, see Cab CalÂloway perÂform “Hotcha Razz Ma Tazz” at the famous CotÂton Club, in Harlem, 1935.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
Watch Langston HughÂes Read PoetÂry from His First ColÂlecÂtion, The Weary Blues (1958)
Duke Ellington’s SymÂphoÂny in Black, StarÂring a 19-Year-old BilÂlie HolÂiÂday
Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is an author, Hoos-YorkÂer, homeÂschoolÂer, and Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday









