Part 1: Food for Thought
“Graceful and sleek, the beautiful bay racehorse was used to the thunder
of applause as she swept past the grandstand - not the sound of a
rifle. The seven-year-old mare had raced at courses up and down the
country, nostrils flaring, long neck straining and mane flying in the
wind as she approached the winning post. However, earlier this month,
her career ended unceremoniously with one last outing - to the
FOR DECADES HORSE RACING has been touted as the “Sport of Kings”,
resplendent with charismatic beauty, energy and awe-inspiring
competition of humankind’s most celebrated and noble companions.
What once began as a sport that captivated the masses in pursuit of exhilarating recreation and honed the excellence of horsemanship required in battle has now become but a mass-producing genetic assembly line in an absurd quest for racing excellence fueled by greed.
The consequences of this development are not pretty.
Most of these are young, healthy horses who simply have not met their
owner’s expectations or injured during the grueling task of training and
racing while pumped full of drugs.  Only a small number of the whole
are considered good enough for breeding which is primarily reserved for
only the best in the industry. For thousands of Thoroughbreds that do
not make the grade, whatever the reason, the end is both terrifying and