Once upon a time, there was a little boy born to a young Black woman -- his absent father was a doctor from India. This little boy grew up and fell in love with music.
He taught himself to play many instruments, including the piano, and learned to write music and lyrics. As a young man, he sang in a ‘50s doo-wop group, along with other R&B/soul groups, and went on to produce music, discovering many young stars during the '50s and '60s, giving them their start, and making them legends. One of the girl groups he created lasted well over three decades and performed worldwide, including for the royal family of England. He could consider Prince Charles and along with many of the pioneering black music stars of the day among his acquaintances.
The music he wrote can still be heard on the radio. A Hollywood version of him (poorly-cast, if I do say so myself) appeared in a '90s film about one of his proteges. Music encyclopedias acknowledge his influence in genres from doo-wop to pop.
Although he died not so long ago, he left a personal legacy of several children -- some of whom now have children of their own -- all of whom are musically talented as well, though most are somewhat less inclined to contribute to history through that route.
He is one of the people that helped to make Black history.
Oh, and one more thing: that '50s doo-wop group -- they were The Valentines.
(Did you see what I did there?)