Horseracing in New York State, horseracing in America, has run its course and horseracing must end.
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Good afternoon.
My name is Patrick Battuello, and I am the founder and president of the non-profit organization Horseracing Wrongs. I am here today to advocate what I freely admit to be an extreme position, but one I believe, that is fully warranted by the facts, and, more important, dictated by morality. And that is, that horseracing in NYS, horseracing in America, has run its course—that horseracing must end.
For far too long this
industry has been given cover under the banner of sport—indeed, “The Sport
of Kings”—when, in fact, stripped to its core, it is nothing but an
archaic, largely nonviable gambling business that exploits, abuses, and
kills sentient beings, inherently. In other words, it cannot be fixed or
reformed; in other words, it is wrong from the start.
Horseracing is unremitting confinement and isolation: The typical racehorse
is kept locked—alone—in a tiny 12×12 stall for over 23 hours a day,
making a mockery of the industry claim that horses are born to run, love to
run, and a cruelty all the worse for being inflicted upon naturally social,
herd-oriented animals like horses.
Horseracing is control and subjugation—it is lip tattoos, cribbing
collars, nose chains, tongue ties, mouth bits, and whips.
Horseracing is commodification: In the eyes of the law, racehorses are
literal chattel—things to be bought, sold, traded, and dumped whenever and
however their people decide. To make matters worse, they are not even
afforded the protections, woefully inadequate as most are, of animal-cruelty
statutes, meaning a trainer or owner can grind his horse into the ground—yes, even to death—with virtual impunity. What’s more, the average
racehorse will change hands several times over the course of his so-called
career, adding anxiety and stress to an already anxious, stressful
existence.
Horseracing is negation: Practically all the horse’s natural instincts and
desires are thwarted, creating an emotional and mental suffering that is
brought home with crystal clarity in the stereotypies and vices commonly
displayed by confined racehorses—cribbing, bobbing, weaving, pacing, kicking,
even self-mutilation. Says world-renowned equine behaviorist Dr. Nicholas
Dodman:
“Racehorses, with long periods of confinement and isolation, exhibit an unusually high prevalence of stereotypies. The suffering can be described by referencing the suffering of people in solitary confinement. A recently released man who had spent years in solitary said he sometimes felt anxiety, paranoia, panic, hallucinations, etc. The only way he could help suppress the dysphoria was to walk back and forth in his cell until the line he walked was soaked in weat.”
And, of course, horseracing is killing: Since 2009, when the Gaming
Commission’s database went live—which, incidentally, only came in the wake
of outrage over Eight Belles and calls for greater transparency—over 1,300
racehorses have died at New York State tracks—an average of 137 every
year. But those are just the ones we know about, the ones who died onsite.
How many more of the “catastrophically injured” were euthanized back at
their owner’s farm? How many more too-badly-damaged had to be put down after
landing at a rescue? How many more, still, killed at private training
facilities? Nationally, Horseracing Wrongs, through our unprecedented FOIA
reporting, has documented over 5,000 confirmed kills on U.S. tracks just
since 2014. We estimate that over 2,000 horses are killed racing or training
across America every year. Over 2,000. Imagine that.
And just to be clear, death on the track is neither clean nor tranquil. It
is cardiovascular collapse, pulmonary hemorrhage, blunt-force head trauma;
it is broken necks, crushed spines, ruptured ligaments, and shattered legs—occasionally shattered so severely that the limb remains attached to the
rest of the body by skin or tendons only. One such horse was Heelbolt, who
“broke down” in a 2009 race at Fair Grounds in Louisiana. An ESPN writer
followed the track vet as she went to work:
“[Heelbolt’s] eyes, once coldly fixed on the track, are teary and dilated.
His breathing, once quick, has quickened even more. His coat, once shiny
from the pumping of oil and sweat glands, has dulled. Out comes the pink
[the euthanasia solution]. [The vet] strokes his neck to say good-bye...then
puts her left index finger on his jugular and presses down, swelling the
vein. She drives the needle straight into his jugular, piercing his sweaty,
leathery skin, and depresses the large plunger with her thumb, pushing in
the poison, darkening the pink as it mixes with blood. After it empties, she
draws out the needle and repeats the motion with the second syringe.
Heelbolt falls under the railing, landing shoulder first, his nose in the
dirt. He blinks rapidly for 10 seconds or so until his eyes, once
beautifully alert, are blank. As his fellow horses, having just finished the
race, jog by, his life is measured in shallow breaths—until he is no
longer breathing, until he is just 1,200 pounds of expired muscle, his
bloody, shattered leg hooked on a railing. It’s hard to know what a peaceful
death looks like, but this isn’t it.”
Still, that number—2,000—staggering though it is, tells but a part of
the story. Each year, hundreds more die back in their stalls from things
like colic, laminitis, infection, or are simply “found dead” in the morning.
Then, too, slaughter. While the industry desperately tries to downplay the
extent of the problem, cunningly flashing its zero-tolerance policies and
aftercare programs in defense, the prevailing wisdom—backed by two
scientific studies—is that the vast majority of spent or simply
no-longer-wanted racehorses are brutally and violently bled out and
butchered in Canadian and Mexican slaughterhouses—some 12,000-15,000
Thoroughbreds alone each year.
All of this—the on-track kills, the stall deaths, the exsanguinations—leads to a single, inescapable conclusion: The American horseracing industry
is engaged in wholesale carnage. Not hyperbole—carnage.
The truth is, horseracing is in decline, and has been for some time: Just
since 2000, U.S. Racing has suffered a net loss of 34 tracks; all other
metrics—racedays, races, field sizes, “foal crops,” and, yes, attendance
and handle—are also down, some of these 50% of what they were just 30
years ago.
But even more telling is this: The bulk of the American
horseracing industry is being heavily subsidized, with many tracks wholly
propped up by slots and other gaming revenue. To use our state as an
example, it is no exaggeration to say that if not for this corporate welfare—money that could, should, be going to education instead—all seven
harness tracks and quite possibly even likely Finger Lakes and Aqueduct
would have closed years ago. Clearly, independent, full-service casinos and
lottery games are winning the market, and the competition will soon become
that much stiffer with all-sports betting. But legislators, swayed by
industry talk of job loss and “tradition” keep sending lifeboats, which is
not only an affront to our free-market principles, but allows for the
continued killing of horses in the process.
Beyond the economics are the changing times in which we live.
Sensibilities toward animal exploitation, most especially regarding
entertainment, are rapidly evolving. In just the past few years:
So the question becomes, why should horseracing be exempt, especially given that the scale of killing and depth of suffering dwarfs all those other industries, as bad as they were and are, combined?
We live in 21st Century America; we can, we should—we must—be better than this.
Thank you.