Monologue Of Equestrian
Equestrian
You ask me what sport I do, I say I'm an equestrian. You tell me, that’s not a sport, that’s easy. You tell me, it’s harmless. You tell me, it takes no skills. You tell me, horse’s are weak. You tell me, we just sit there. You tell me, anyone could do it. But I ask you.
Have you trusted, something with a mind of its own? An unpredictable animal. Have you fallen, 7ft from a, 35 miles per hour machine? Have you felt like you could die from one little mistake? Done a dance with something, that speaks another language? Now do you understand? The risk we take. Have you ever had a teammate ten times your size? Have you ever, practiced 5 hours a day, 7 days a week? Still think it’s easy?
It all started when I were around 3 or 4 years old. I had just started at a horse riding school in Smedby. I don’t remember a lot from that time for how …show more content…
One of them are Kentucky derby.
Now I want to make a bet with you, one that I hope I lose. I bet you that at least three horses will be killed on the racetrack today. Unfortunately, it’s a safe bet. Because every year more than one thousand horses died on the race tracks across America. So the odds are that there will be three gruesome deaths each day.
What if all professional sports had this fatality rate. Imagine if three NFL players were killed every sunday. The horse industry keeps this figure quiet and literally puts up screens to blind viewers from the carnage.
And when the racehorses stops winning enough money many owners discard them. Every year more than ten thousand thoroughbred are crowded into trucks and transported on grueling journeys to Canadian and Mexican slaughterhouses to become dog food and burgers. Any way you slice it, horse racing is a cruel business. But despite all the cast of racehorses the industry recklessly continues to breed tens of thousands bred mayors every year in the hope of breeding the next Kentucky Derby
You ask me what sport I do, I say I'm an equestrian. You tell me, that’s not a sport, that’s easy. You tell me, it’s harmless. You tell me, it takes no skills. You tell me, horse’s are weak. You tell me, we just sit there. You tell me, anyone could do it. But I ask you.
Have you trusted, something with a mind of its own? An unpredictable animal. Have you fallen, 7ft from a, 35 miles per hour machine? Have you felt like you could die from one little mistake? Done a dance with something, that speaks another language? Now do you understand? The risk we take. Have you ever had a teammate ten times your size? Have you ever, practiced 5 hours a day, 7 days a week? Still think it’s easy?
It all started when I were around 3 or 4 years old. I had just started at a horse riding school in Smedby. I don’t remember a lot from that time for how …show more content…
One of them are Kentucky derby.
Now I want to make a bet with you, one that I hope I lose. I bet you that at least three horses will be killed on the racetrack today. Unfortunately, it’s a safe bet. Because every year more than one thousand horses died on the race tracks across America. So the odds are that there will be three gruesome deaths each day.
What if all professional sports had this fatality rate. Imagine if three NFL players were killed every sunday. The horse industry keeps this figure quiet and literally puts up screens to blind viewers from the carnage.
And when the racehorses stops winning enough money many owners discard them. Every year more than ten thousand thoroughbred are crowded into trucks and transported on grueling journeys to Canadian and Mexican slaughterhouses to become dog food and burgers. Any way you slice it, horse racing is a cruel business. But despite all the cast of racehorses the industry recklessly continues to breed tens of thousands bred mayors every year in the hope of breeding the next Kentucky Derby