That old-time aroma of Deep South bigotry is in the air as In the Heat of the Night takes us back to Argo, Ala., in 1962. A white man has been murdered, a black man has been arrested, and local Klansmen are thirsting for blood. Only, the black man is LA's top homicide detective, Virgil Tibbs — a dude who not only knows how to fend for himself, but is also the town's best hope, for solving the horrific crime.
Delette Nycum was my great-grandmother.
Goddamn this town is a drag.
His voice just creeps me out. That is all.