Consciousness of Inequity

[MJA]

Horse Screams

I have made it a habit of late to once a week travel the 20 miles out to the BLM wild mustang gulag out in the Nevada desert and take these magnificent creatures some carrots for a treat. It seems the horses have been deemed in need of management by the management of our federal lands for the reason of humanness we are told. As mankind gobbles up and fences off more and more of the horses natural meadows, and drain the water, BLM captures the horses with helicopters, places them in segregated holding cells or pens, tattoos or numbers them, sells off some into servitude or for slaughter, and for the rest, to remain in captivity on the starkest of lifeless dirt, with no shade from the summer sun and no heat or barn for the winter cold. They are fed well, but with the economic trouble we are in, there are plans to exterminate them soon.

Today I went out and as usual, bought some organic carrots with bright green tops to throw to the horses. Their fear of mankind is so great that only with extreme patience will they even approach. But today was different, many of the horses, perhaps a hundred or so were being held in a central pen and the others ran from me as I approached. The screams of agony from that central pen was beyond anything I had ever heard. Normally I only walk around the perimeter of the prison to avoid contact with BLM employees who had lied to me in the past. I walked around the compound and horridly threw the carrots to the horses. I had to know why there were so many horses screaming, what was wrong. So I went in to the compound and into the main office and was told that today the mother horses were being separated from their children. I asked why, and the woman said because they had too. It was so sickening outside, the sounds of terror, horses trying to get through the metal fences that separated their families, other horses hysterically trying to control the insanity, and the young ones running around in circles crying or screaming for their mothers.

I lost my children in much the same way some years ago, but to hear and see it being done again by people who do not feel, sense, or know was beyond my capacity. And in such great numbers, the terrible energy was beyond me. I left in such a hurry and raced my motorcycle home. I called the news companies. and humane society, but most I think were only interested in me, my name, and my address.

I don't drink anymore, but today I needed to get drunk. It was so wrong and so sad for me, but much much worse for those poor creatures I had brought carrots too today, they were screaming in pain.

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MJA

[MJA]

A once wild, innocent, and free mustang imprisoned for life by the BLM.

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