On Wednesday, May 20th., 1964, around 7:00 p.m. or so in the evening, somewhere in Over-the-Hill, Nassau, Rueben Rolle, a thirty-year old negro carpenter, was loading his shotgun.
Over-the-Hill, characterised by hut like clapboard houses was the traditionally poor, negro populated area near the city limits of Nassau. It had been that way since the early 1800s, when it was settled by liberated Africans and emancipated slaves.
Reuben Rolle was angry, fed up with the world, and apparently tired of living. One thing we undoubtedly know about the mind of the man that night, Rolle was certainly tired of his wife staying alive. Read more >>