When I was in high school, my friends and I fancied ourselves writers. We often wrote stories, heavy in symbol. They were juvenile and preachy things. This offering is little more than that. The darkness in this thing uses common connections: the racial issue, but more than that, the darkness of the soul. The story has a guy like Rod Serling in jail, the day before his execution for killing a racist. He is a liberal reformer who has apparently taken the law into his own hands. The sheriff who didn't look at the evidence very carefully is full of angst. George "Goober" Lindsay is the deputy (not Barney Fife) who has a psychotic need to do harm and punish. He has also been less than truthful during the trial. He is a man of little moral character. The townspeople are the usual revenge seeking rabble. The kicker is that the sky has turned dark, and even in mid-morning is still black as ink. And it is just over this little town, not the rest of the country. Well, Ivan Dixon (Hogan's Heroes), is a black preacher and he delivers a trite, windy sermon to the town. The topic is serious, but the product is lacking.