It is 1991, the dominance of the Third World is complete, and as a gesture of cultural magnanimity the director of the Nkrumah Museum in Conakry decides on an exhibition with the oddly compendious title "White Artists in America." The organizer is black (the museum has never had a white curator) and all demands from artists for a white guest curator to give advice in this delicate area are rebuffed. So the museum's man spends a nervous year among the studios of East Hampton, Venice West and SoHo in an atmosphere of mounting agitation...
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