From the beginning I was captivated by the auditory and visual experience of "Fantasia." I could imagine a kindly and wise Uncle Walt, orchestrating his vision of a world where music and life supersede all other petty concerns.
This pleasant mood was shattered by a thunderbolt about two-thirds into the film when, in a pastoral scene set to Beethoven's Sixth Symphony, I briefly glimpsed two zebra-striped, brown-skinned female centaurs serving a fat little Caucasian cherub as if they were his slaves. They never joined the party. In fact, they were present for no more than three seconds.
Before this instance I had regarded the other centaurs, enjoying their courtship rituals, as non-racial pink, blue, orange and green. However, after this moment the vision became a white folks' party with blacks--or brown-skinned centaurs with clearly African zebra bodies--present only to serve.
Was this Disney's vision of Utopia? I don't think a black person, or a centaur of African descent, could be happy there.