The big-money earners have “value”; the low-level ones do not. Bottom line, these horses are NOT “loved like children.” In fact, they aren’t loved at all unless they are bringing home a paycheck.
It was toward the end of 2007 and “Alex Brown Racing” was the forum on
which to follow horseracing issues. Of course, whenever horseracing is
discussed, the subject of slaughter rears its ugly head. It was because of
discussions on this forum that a group of equine advocates decided to attend
the Shipshewana (Indiana) Good Friday auction in March 2008, and depending
on the amount of money we could raise, we were determined to “save” as many
horses as possible. The Good Friday auction is one of the biggest held at
Shipshewana during the year. Over a thousand horses pass through the ring,
with the auction going from early morning until almost dark. Shipshewana
doesn’t discriminate…expensive horses, as well as low-end horses, are run
through and kill buyers are, of course, ever present. So money was raised
and a handful of us committed to attend (but there were many who donated).
Our group was able to save 14 horses and 2 donkeys that cold, wintry day,
and one of those lucky few was a bay Standardbred gelding with “SE636”
tattooed on the right side of his neck. We outbid the kill buyer Jaron Gold
for this horse, and I vividly remember walking him out of the barn and
saying to Joy Aten that he was lame in his right front. Joy replied that it
was good that we got him. He came home with me, as did another Standardbred
gelding. Within a couple weeks, I reached out to a contact who knew how to
track Standardbred tattoos and she identified #SE636 as Lochness Bluegrass,
although by then I had named this sweet boy Sherman. Almost 12 years later,
Sherman is still a beloved member of my animal family.
We often hear about owners and breeders “loving their horses like children,”
although we know that the only reason they bring these horses into the world
is to make a profit. A couple months ago, I decided that I wanted to contact
Sherman’s breeder, Dr. Luel Overstreet, thinking that he would be overjoyed
to hear that a horse he bred was in a loving forever home and had been saved
at an auction frequented by kill buyers. I was sadly mistaken. But before I
called Dr. Overstreet, I called the U.S. Trotting Association for further
info on Sherman: Foaled 4/10/97 in Henderson, Kentucky, Lochness Bluegrass
had 20 starts, won $1439, and last raced 2/14/2001 at Balmoral in Illinois.
I was already familiar with Sherman’s sire, Dorunrun Bluegrass, a
“successful” pacer who won almost two million dollars in his career. The gal
I spoke with gave me Dr. Overstreet’s number at his vet office in Henderson.
When I finally connected with Overstreet, I asked him if he remembered
Lochness; he had no idea whom I was talking about and he didn’t remember
Sherman’s dam, either. I told him that Sherman had been rescued out of a
kill auction and he replied, matter-of-factly, that “a lot of them end up
there.” He also said that if they weren’t “producers,” he usually was “done”
with them by three and off to auction they would go. When I mentioned that
Sherman had only won $1400, he actually laughed and said that Sherman most
likely went to auction young because horses who weren’t going to make money
didn’t stay around very long. He then told me that at least 200 horses had
moved through his farm over the years, so it was difficult to remember
specific ones. I then realized that to him, most of his horses were just
commodities.
I felt incredibly sad for Sherman and his dam, neither of whom were even
worth remembering to a man like Overstreet. On the other hand, he was more
than interested in telling me about Dorunrun Bluegrass’ track prowess and
subsequent stud career in New York and Indiana. Our conversation ended with
a feeling of emptiness. I just felt incredibly sad for all those horses who
weren’t (aren’t) worthy of being remembered. The big-money earners have
“value”; the low-level ones do not. Bottom line, these horses are NOT “loved
like children.” In fact, they aren’t loved at all unless they are bringing
home a paycheck.
From a commodity...
to a respected being...
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