Vincent "Ivanhoe" Martin (1924-1948), known as "Rhyging", was a Jamaican criminal who became a legendary outlaw and folk hero, often regarded as the "original rude boy". He became notorious in 1948 after escaping from prison, going on the run and committing a string of robberies, murders and attempted murders before he was gunned down by police. In subsequent decades his life became mythologised in Jamaican popular culture, culminating in the 1972 cult film The Harder They Come, in which he is portrayed by Jimmy Cliff.
His nickname comes from the term rhyging, also spelled rhygin, a variant of "raging". In Jamaican patois it is used to mean wild, hot, or bad.
Born Vincent Martin in Linstead, St. Catherine, Jamaica, he turned to a life of violent crime in his teenage years after moving to Kingston. Short and slim with an "effeminate" voice, he compensated by building a reputation for extreme violence. He was first arrested at 14 for wounding, for which he was sentenced to a birching. Further arrests for wounding and larceny followed, leading to a six-month stint in gaol. After this, he became part of a criminal gang and adopted a variety of pseudonyms, including "Ivanhoe", "Allan Ladd" and "Captain Midnight". In 1946 he was arrested for robbery, beginning his career of self-dramatisation by defending himself in court, irritating the judge with his with "long-winded" and grandiose speeches. After a year in gaol, he was released, but quickly committed another robbery, for which he was convicted and sentenced to a five-year term. On 30 April 1948 he escaped from gaol. What followed was a period of several months during which he eluded police, ending in an intense six-week crime spree in West Kingston. Lurid reports about the spree appeared in the Daily Gleaner newspaper, which popularised his nickname "Rhyging".
Mentally struct and spiritually fatigued
Ready for a bloody act
Murdered through reality
That first bound my hate
In some nights it ripens
The plan to kill you all
The demand becomes ever growing
At the end the day itself dreams
No words of threat
Did you hear from me
Not a word of warning
I could not grant this grace
For a few dark minutes
I am the angel of death
The last minutes of my life
I am god above murder and blood
Cold swear and blank stares
As you see the work of the gun
Distress, panic irritation
In the moment of fear
Can you see my grin
And feel my satisfaction
As the bullet lacerates your skin
The moment of my release
Not a word of humility
Could hinder your face
Your words are screams
That won't move me
For a few dark minutes
I was the angel of death
The last minutes of my life
I was god above murder and blood
...how many people I killed
It can never be enough
And you dream now,
Till you some day feel