The following athletes were killed on American playing fields yesterday:
In Aqueduct’s 5th, 4-year-old Princes On Thelake “came under urging at the five-sixteenths, broke down nearing the quarter pole falling heavily to the track and was euthanized.” This was the Eduardo Jones-trained filly’s second race in a week. Curiously, the replay of the 5th – and only the 5th – is missing on NYRA’s website.
In Finger Lakes’ 7th, 4-year-old Carla Sweetrevenge “dueled for the lead early, dropped back along the rail…gained and then broke down and fell a furlong out.” Euthanized. The trainer was Jeremiah Englehart.
In Turf’s 1st, 2-year-old Sweet Strider, being raced for the first time, “pressed early then was pulled up in distress…euthanized.” The trainer was Jerry Gourneau.
And finally, in Delta’s 8th, 3-year-old Precocious Kitty “chased the early pace from the inside, was pulled up entering the second turn and euthanized.” “Pulled up and euthanized.” Earl Bankston trained.
Sport? Good, clean family fun?
To those who wager on horseracing, we implore you to reconsider. And ultimately, you hold all the cards: no more bets, no more races; no more races, no more kills. And, no more separating foals and moms, no more abusing unformed bodies, no more confining, no more whipping, no more drugging, no more doping, no more buying and selling and trading and dumping. No more auctions, no more kill-buyers, no more transport trucks, no more abattoirs. No more pain, no more suffering. No more.
In a landscape that abounds with other gambling options – casinos, lotteries, real sports involving autonomous human beings – hasn’t the time at long last arrived to let the racing horse be? You, the bettor, have within the capacity for mercy. We ask only that you exercise it. Please. For the horses.