If there’s one thing that becomes clear every time the first Tuesday of November rolls around, it’s that the race that stops the nation also has the power to divide the nation.
This Melbourne Cup Day, millions of Australians will tune in for the race, using it as an excuse to dress up, throw a fiver on a horse and have a glass of champagne (or seven) to celebrate.
Millions of other Australians will be shaking their heads, refusing to participate in what they perceive as the abuse of innocent animals.
I’m not here to lecture you on which side of that fence you should sit. As far as I’m concerned, it’s up to you what stance you take on the issue. If you’ve taken the time to look into the treatment of racehorses and have decided it’s okay by you, that’s your prerogative.
What I care about are ex-racehorses.
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I no longer make bets on horse-related or dog-related sports.
I literally cannot bring myself to as an animal lover and rescue-dog-owner. Not to mention the number of seriously injured and then unsupported jockeys, plus the jockeys killed in the line of the sport.
When I was younger, in the late 1990s/ early 2000s, being a Melbournian, it all seemed so glamourous and Spring Carnival was starting to re-popularise with my peers. Racing Victoria had started to drive a markting campaign that has absolutely flourished over the last 15-20 years.
But as I get older, the more frivolous and superficial these occasions get, attended by self-observed, crown-wearing WAGS and models plastered in 'natural' makeup and pretending to sip on champagne, the easier I find it to lose interest.
After seeing all the trashy short-skirted, side-boobed, legs -akimbo photos of Derby Day attendees rolling around the grass in a sea of garbage, or being held up by security last weekend, then yesterday around 5.15pm driving past the enormous line of taxis waiting at Flinders Street station seeing an endless parade of drunken, shoe-less pedestrians jaywalking... I felt like I'd had a day well spent at home relaxing with my dog and soaking up the good weather at our local park.
A bit like NYE in the city, for me the image of Sprign Racing Carnival on TV is a thousand times better than the reality I experienced in the 2000s as a 20-something when I went to a few events at Flemington & Caulfield: alcohol and animal cruelty.