Eskendulce is (was?) a 9-year-old racehorse. For the vast majority of his life, he has been confined (alone, to tiny 12×12 stalls, for over 23 hours a day), commodified (multiple owners and trainers, including the recently suspended Linda Rice), controlled (collars, chains, ties, bits), and cowed (whips). His reward for all those years of abuse? Well, yesterday at Thistledown, in his 65th turn under that whip, this, according to the chartwriter: “ESKENDULCE…offered a bid three wide into the stretch, suffered an injury late, completed the course and was vanned off.”
“Suffered an injury late” – but “completed the course.”
In completing – and finishing 3rd in the process – he “earned” $1,800 for his current people: jockey Erik Barbaran, trainer Nabu Morales, owner Premier Stables.
My heart weeps; my blood boils. This is horseracing.