Akim Reinhardt is a professor of History at Towson University in Baltimore. Born and raised in the Bronx, he has also lived in Michigan, Nebraska, and Arizona. He is the author of several books with more in the hopper. Email: yankeeslim [at] gmail.com
Website: https://ThePublicProfessor.com
by Akim Reinhardt Finish the book manuscript Repair that crack in the upstairs hallway wall Go for a swim Get an oil change for the car Take a trip to Hudson, Ohio Shave down to just a moustache Identify one constellation other than Orion’s Belt Paint the ceiling in the spare bedroom Steamed crabs Get…
by Akim Reinhardt I was born before language. Only waterfalls and wind and tumbling rocks. Nothing needed to be said if you only knew how to listen. I still remember my grandparents phone number. 828-3973. They, on the other side of the Bronx, had the same area code as us, as the whole city: 212.…
by Akim Reinhardt For about 450 years, the western European colonial powers shit all over the world in spectacular fashion. Genocide across the Americas and the trans-Atlantic slave trade were the main drivers during the first phase. By the mid-19th century, European colonialism was approaching its bloody apogee with more genocide in Australia, the carving up…
by Akim Reinhardt The Republican Party has forever faced a serious statistical obstacle: There are always more Democrats. Never once since the GOP was founded in 1854 have there been more registered Republicans than Democrats in the United States. Democrats are always more numerous. So how can Republicans win? You have to shoot every angle.…
by Akim Reinhardt The only time I met Rex Reed, I was about seven years old. I went with my dad to Reed’s apartment in The Dakota on Central Park West so he could offer an estimate on painting the place. My father ran a very small general contracting business called Ken’s Home Improvements. Typical…
by Akim Reinhardt I remember a strain of paranoia that ran through American popular culture during the 1980s: The Japanese are going to overtake us. Many feared that the same nation that we’d bombed into oblivion during World War II, and then helped to rebuild, was about to steam right by us. First came their…
by Akim Reinhardt I was 12 years old when I walked down a street in my Bronx neighborhood and saw the poster in the window of Cappie’s. Cappie’s was a certain kind of corner store common in 20th century New York. It sold newspapers and magazines, candy and soda, lotto tickets, cigarettes, and various tchotchkes…
by Akim Reinhardt A thought has been nagging at me lately. Are most shitty people not very bright? Some shitty people are very smart, of course, and those are the ones you really have to worry about: the pied pipers enchanting others to dance to their shitty tunes. But is it possible that most shitty…
by Akim Reinhardt I’ve always found the notion of a handful of Swedes deciding the world’s best anything to be ludicrous, even laughable. Well, not always. When I was a kid, a teenager, I thought the Nobel Prizes must be important and mean something. But by my twenties, they had started to seem like a…
by Akim Reinhardt I have never been Christian. Christianity then is at once very familiar and rather foreign to me, rather distant yet omnipresent. Although I’m now atheistic, I was raised Jewish and have a reasonable understanding of Christianity ‘s founding document: the Hebrew Bible. As a Historian who has periodically had to grapple with…
by Akim Reinhardt Art is dangerous. It’s time people remembered that and recognized the fullness of it. For if art is to remain important or even relevant in the current moment, then it’s long past time artists stopped flashing dull claws and pretending they had what it takes to slice through ignorance. We need them…
by Akim Reinahrdt Language: Ooh, a talkie! Strong Language: No shit Disturbing Images: Worse than a mirror? Nudity: Promises, promises Sexual Content: Awkward birds & bees talk? Sex: That’s not sex Substance Abuse: That’s not abuse Alcohol Use: Shots! Smoking: With what cigarettes cost nowadays? Product Placement: Good reminder not to buy any of it…
by Akim Reinhardt The Lakota name for Wounded Knee Creek is Čaŋkpe Opi Wakpala. The first letter is a -ch sound. The ŋ signifies not an n, but nasalization as when you say unh-unh to mean no. * When I teach Indigenous history, at the beginning of the semester I tell my students they’re going…
by Akim Reinhardt The wealthy and powerful have always used the narrative to their advantage. The narrative defines them as superior in some way, and thus deserving of their power and wealth. In ancient times, they might be descended from the Gods, or at least favored by them or otherwise connected to them, perhaps through…
by Akim Reinhardt I drive in silence these days. That in itself is nothing new. For years, my solo road trips across America have featured long stretches of near silence. Nothing coming from the speakers. No talk, no music, no pleading commercials. Just the whir of the road helping to clear my mind. But not…
by Akim Reinhardt I write this not to counter Holocaust deniers. That would be a waste of time; the criminally insane will spew their fantastical vitriol no matter what you tell them. Nor do I write this in the spirit of “Never forget!” As a historian I am committed to remembering this and many more…
by Akim Reinhardt Donald Trump is a con man. He was that for a very long time before he entered politics. Because he is a con man, it is tempting for critics to describe his presidential victories as successful cons. However, I think that interpretation does not hold up. Because while Trump at his essence…
by Akim Reinhardt 3QD: The old cliché about a guest needing no introduction never seemed more apt. So instead of me introducing you to our readers, maybe you could begin by telling us a little bit about yourself, perhaps something not so well known, a little more revealing. God: I am, I am. 3QD: Indeed.…
by Akim Reinhardt On a hot summer evening in Baltimore last year, the daylight still washing over the city, I sat on my front porch, drinking a beer with a friend. Not many people passed by. Most who did were either walking a dog or making their way to the corner tavern. And then an…
by Akim Reinhardt Medieval historians hate it, don’tcha know, when people talk about the Dark Ages. Scholars haven’t used the term in decades, eschewing it as an unfair and inaccurate description of 500–1000 years of European history, give or take. The Middle Ages weren’t just filth, poverty, violence, and ignorance, historians protest. They were actually…