1stclassalan
Well-Known Member
I used to love everything about racing but became disillusioned a few years ago. Spent my life in it really. But not because of injuries but because of the people.
My take on injuries. Had a hunt cross our land a few weeks ago. Did not have permission. Husband went down to the back field to make sure they came no further. From where I was I could hear the beatings the horses were were getting. The land was barley suitable for turnout never mind never mind jumping out over flooded ditches. Most had various bits of skin hanging off and bleeding injuries. But hey whatever right? And horses die galloping around fields and getting stuck in stables. More die deaths through ignorance or total neglect. But those aren't in front of us at all times.
I do know this, the trainers I worked for, mostly in America, they were some of the best looked after horses you'd want to see. I've worked for the same here but I will say I've worked for some that had know idea how to keep horses properly.
But for me it was mostly people. Bloodstock agents that tell you we'll give you 100k for your horse and I'm taking 150k for myself. They very rarely put anything back into the sport. Why don't you take 25 k for yourself for picking up the phone and put 125k towards racing charities. Owners who think they have a football and so when it isn't fun anymore they don't pay bills and don't give a crap what happens to the horse. People who's only talent is being related to somebody. Hard work will get you only so far over here. Only money gets you opportunity. But really rich or poor it doesn't change how you view the horse that doesn't win anymore. Or never wins. So yeah for me racing is ruined by these types of people. Yeah plenty of good but I never really realised how low some people are on morality and integrity. So yeah, I soured.
Terri
Yes, me too! Every now and then the sordidness of racing would hit me - the rich folk you mention above and the abusive stablestaff - right down to the gallops watchers, snouts and tipster hangers-on and the pathetic examples of mankind one could see drawing on minscule hand rolled cigarettes at the local bookies while they pondered on what nose to place their giro money.