The excerpts below are just an introduction to the cited
article [Rae
Hodge, Salon.com]. The writer reports on the horrific cruelties perpetrated
on racehorses in America — what is done, how it is done, and who is doing it.
Monstrous. It is one of the most gut-wrenching articles we have come across in a
very long time. Anyone who defends American horse racing is depraved.
— Vivian Grant. Tuesday’s Horse
Excerpts from Rae Hodge, Salon.com:
Twelve horses have died at Louisville, Kentucky’s Churchill Downs since April 12, 2023. As of this writing, 16 have died at Belmont Park — where the Belmont Stakes, the third and final jewel of the Triple Crown, is set to take place on Saturday, June 10 [Note: Excursionniste was euthanized from injuries he suffered in the last race at Belmont]. And every time another beautiful horse with terrible odds dies brutally in the dirt, bit-choked and lungs bleeding out, Americans ask “Why?”
At peak racing speed, they can thunder through the turns of
Churchill Downs at 38 miles per hour. The sheer force of their
thousand-pound bodies pummels the dirt track’s hazardous slings —
but only after first funneling through the narrow cabling of their
spindly forelimb ligaments. Unrelenting propulsion ripping through
channels of deep flexor tendons and shock-absorbing fetlock ankles,
every ounce of a thoroughbred racehorse’s weight is condensed into
aluminum-shod hooves, bred so thin and small they average just four
inches across.
Though most thoroughbred hearts are between eight and 10 lbs, the
legendary Secretariat had a heart that weighed 22 lbs. The bigger
the heart, the faster the horse — and the more they race in early
age, the bigger their hearts will grow. A yearling’s heart is a
quickly shifting landscape, its cardiac morphology sensitive to both
the rigors of endurance training and long-known diseases of
overbreeding. A foal’s heart can grow anywhere from 10% to 33% in
size under the sting of a trainer’s crop.
It is then — in those moment of racing fury, when a horse’s every
capillary is flushed wide in a 250-beat-per-minute frenzy — that a
flood of pharmaceuticals meets the arterial gasp of oft-leaking
valves, sending lethal numbness crashing through the animal’s veins.
Some drugs are perfectly legal, some are unseen by blind-eyes
turned, some are new enough they don’t show up in tests. Either way,
the dope madness takes a thoroughbred deeper into its race, carried
by a heart that was bred too big for life outside the track.
We’ve always known why
At least, any of us who’ve grown up around Kentucky’s horse country
have known what kills horses. It’s not a mysterious plague, nor an
act of a merciless god. We’re the ones killing racehorses — humans.
Specifically, the inhumane horsemen who trade their husbandry ethics
for a purse, and so blight what was once called the sport of kings —
ruthless trainers, greedy horse owners, shady veterinarians and
track executives, paid-off sporting regulators, lawmakers greased
with lobbying money and judges who slow-walk already watered-down
safety laws. Humans are killing racehorses in any way that will
increase profit and reduce cost, however the law will allow.
We overbreed them for fleetness at the cost of hardiness, run them
far too young at punishing speeds on poorly surfaced tracks and dope
them until they can’t feel the lacework of fractures sprawling
across their lightweight bones nor the arrest seizing their engorged
hearts. And when they fall, rather than be inconvenienced by
expensive medical treatment and unprofitable recovery time, we kill
them.
The particulars of the doping-related deaths, change over the years,
a game of Whac-a-Mole between sporting regulators (those not bought
off) and black-market poison dealers.
We used to inject horses with cobra venom, sometimes venom from
south American frogs. Both kill the nerve endings while the latter
gets the horse high. Then, for a while, it was Viagra. We even get
the fillies jacked up on Bolivian marching powder, cutting cocaine
with whatever brings urine test results under legally allowable
limits.
There are three main types of racehorse dope: the painkillers and
steroids to keep them from slowing down; the stimulants and
blood-oxygen boosters to speed them up; and the stop-gaps to hide
injuries caused by the first two.
It’s also hard to prevent horse racing deaths when wrist-slap fines
and mile-wide loopholes allow a revolving door of trainers to pass
through the sport. Two of the 12 dead at the Downs, Parents Pride
and Chasing Artie, were trained by Saffie Joseph Jr. Sure, he’s been
permanently suspended from Churchill Downs after the two deaths, but
he was previously suspended in Pennsylvania and New Jersey for
doping-related concerns. Meanwhile, Baffert will be allowed back on
the track next year.