December 31, 2010 – Chicago (EWA) – Sue Wallis, Executive Director of United Organizations of the Horse (UOH) and organizer of an upcoming meeting of horse slaughter proponents in Las Vegas, has launched an eleventh hour attack on not just horses, but floats showing horses.
Wallis, in a letter posted on her summit blog, announced a press release from an obscure member group called the National Tribal Horse Coalition. The organization, originally the Northwest Tribal Horse Coalition, was renamed when it joined UOH in May of 2009. The press release claims the float “is an abuse of the reputation of the North American Indian” because a Native American is included on the float looking over the mustangs.
The float, sponsored by Madeleine Pickens, mustang advocate and wife of oil billionaire T. Boone Pickens, depicts the beauty of these American icons. Wallis, who believes mustangs are feral pests, has long advocated their slaughter.
The bizarre attack comes in the wake of an ethics complaint filed against Wallis by Wyoming resident Patricia Fazio, PhD. The complaint alleges Wallis has improperly used her position as a Wyoming state legislator and violated securities regulations by advertising an “investment opportunity” in a non-existent company. And there have been other revelations about Wallis’ dealings.
Temple Grandin, who gained fame as the designer of more humane methods of cattle slaughter, was being touted by Wallis as the designer of a horse slaughter plant in Wyoming. The plant was to be operated by the nonexistent company Unified Equine (a corporate shell has since been created).
This week Dr. Grandin informed Equine Welfare Alliance (EWA) that she has demanded Wallis quit using her name, and that she had designed no such plant. Other revelations about the Wallis horse slaughter summit have continued to surface, including the fact that several of the prominent organizations listed as sponsors were not.
EWA President John Holland said in a statement about the attack: “I cannot imagine Wallis thinking this is a good idea. Sometimes people lose perspective, like when she announced a boycott of Willie Nelson and other celebrities because of their support for equine welfare.”
This latest attack appears to be equally feckless. Pasadena Rose Parade officials were contacted for comment but only provided official statements for the sponsors. They did indicate they were unaware of any issues surrounding Ms. Pickens’ float and that the parade would be held as planned.
Madeleine Pickens could not be reached for comment.
The Equine Welfare Alliance is a dues free, umbrella organization with over 125 member organizations. The organization focuses its efforts on the welfare of all equines and the preservation of wild equids. www.equinewelfarealliance.org
Contacts:
John Holland
540-268-5693
john@equinewelfarealliance.org
Vicki Tobin
630.961.9292
Is it possible to be born without a soul? Apparently it is. Sue and her horse-hating, slaughter-happy pals have stooped to an all time low. This demented group should invest some energy into psychotherapy for themselves.
I Am A 17 year old girl my name is Meghan Dixon. As you can see i am trying to stop horse slaughter. Some of you may think that horse slaughter stopped but you are wrong, look again before saying that. Horses are still being slaughtered. I have autism/PDD and can comunicate with horses and they show me all the love warmth kindness and comfort!People suck and they are mean cruel and evil. everyone says we need to find a cure for autism and horses are the cure. hoses love us no matter what and they show us so much kindness and unconditianal love warmth comfert happyness and compainion. horses saved lives and help people with autism and disabilities and helped people in weelchairs walk again. a horse built america and without the horse we would not have this country. horses make my life worth living and they are my life and my whole world! i never felt so much love in my heart until a horse walked up to me and looked me in the eyes and i looked into those big brown eyes and he whinnied at me and breathed on me. i cherish every moment im with horses. and horses show me unconditional love and they dont care i am autistic and they do not ever laugh at me hate me stab me in the back and regect me they are always there for me. i can always look back at them and know and trust them that they will be there for me. and when i need them the most they are there. horses make me the person i am today. if it was not for horses i would not be here.
when i was feeling like i wanted to killmyself and die my horse helped me and always stayed by my side! horses are my future and i am going to save them! for some its a dream but for others its a reality! horses strive every second of thier lives to live upto our standards people always think and treat them like they are never going to be good enough!
Horses are not just our lives, they make us who we are and what we do. They make us belive in ourselves and see and hear more what is around us. you may ask me why i watch those sad videos? well, i learn from them and whats going on in this world. they teach us to live and to live in the moment and live our life to the fullest!
a horse is a girls best friend you will never find a better love i never felt so much love in my heart till a horse looked me in the eyes and i looked into those big brown eyes in a horses eyes you can see so much love you can always tell how a horse feels or what a horse is going through by looking into thier eyes From time to time, people tell me, “lighten up, it’s just a horse,”or,”that’s a lot of money for just a horse”. Some of my proudest moments have come about with “just a horse.” Many hours have passed and my only company was “just a horse,” but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by “just a horse,” and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of “just a horse” gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day. If you, too, think it’s “just a horse,” then you probably understand phrases like “just a friend,” “just a sunrise,” or “just a promise.” “Just a horse” brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. “Just a horse” brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person. Because of “just a horse” I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me, it’s not “just a horse” but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. “Just a horse” brings out what’s good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day. I hope that someday they can understand it’s not “just a horse” but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being “just a woman/man.” So the next time you hear the phrase “just a horse” just smile, because they “just” don’t understand.
WHY WE KEEP FIGHTING WE HEAR YOUR CRIES Inside lightless stockades where metal bars define your earth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . In crates that contain you from endless pregnancy to nameless death From your first and last walk down death’s corridor Toward a blood-splattered man who guides your quivering body into the blast of his stun gun… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . As you rock in the corner of your concrete world Waiting for them to blind, burn and poison your exhausted body . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . As you search for one familiar face in the desolate days before a gas chamber claims your anonymous life When you seek the comfort of one set of arms Your last tail wagged Your last purr heard in a gray room with no windows WE HEAR YOUR CRIES AND WE ARE COMING.
i can communicate with horses and animals better then people and i have alot of fear i am really scared of like people because i have gone through alot of crap over my life and i am trying to recover i had to drop out of school because when i went i would go just to get mentally and physically abused by the kids and the teachers i was raped when i was 13 and i am really scared of boys and people and i do not really feel comfterbal with getting close to anyone because everyone who ever said i will be there left and im always getting hurt by people they always want to hurt me and i cant really talk to people that well because im scared and i am living here for these animals and to save these horses and animals i never thought i would become an actovist but when ever i seen what these animals go through i could not turn away there are animals and horses out there getting treated like i was treated when i was in school and i have to do something to stop it and i will my love for horses grows stronger and stronger each day and god put me here to save them a horse is an angel with out wings and they are one gods wonderful best creation and i will never stop fighting for them i love what i do and when i ride on the back of the horse all my problems go away and i forget i even have autism or anything wrong with me and when i ride on the back of the horse for once in my life i am happy and it makes me feel so great horses cure and heal people they healed me with the healing hand of god and when i step into the saddle of my horse we become one and they make me so happy and they lift me up it is the greatest gift from god for me to have a horse for a friend and when i die i want to be burried with my horse horses bring us peace and happyness and to all the people out there who feel like giving up they never had a horse by thier side here is a poem that i wrote called the horse rescue
i remember the day i came to save you i knew that i needed you as much as you needed me
this is the place i will stay this is the place i will be forever just you and me when i looked into your eyes and you looked into my eyes it was like you could read my mind you would never let me fall behind i knew you was treated bad and i knew you was sad you would never give up on me as i would never give up on you oh how could anyone do this to you you have 2 big brown eyes full of love and a heart of gold i will never let you go you are the part of me that i need the part that makes me complete you are the true meaning between love and friendship you take my pain away on a rainy day you brighten my days you make my world a better place i will never let you fade away you are here to stay
-meghan dixon
The Horses’ Prayer
Feed me, give me water, and care for me, and when the day’s
work is done, give me shelter, a clean bed and a wide stall.
Talk to me. Your voice often substitutes for the reins for me.
Be good to me and I will serve you cheerfully and love you.
Don’t jerk the reins and don’t raise the whip.
Don’t beat or kick me when I don’t understand you,
but rather give me time to understand you.
Don’t consider it disobedience if I don’t follow your commands.
Perhaps there is a problem with my saddle and bridle or hooves.
Check my teeth if I don’t eat, maybe I have a toothache.
You know how that hurts.
Don’t halter me too short and don’t dock my
tail… it’s my only weapon against flies and mosquitoes.
And at the end, dear master, when I am no longer any use to you,
don’t let me go hungry or freeze and don’t sell me.
Don’t give me a master who slowly tortures me to death and lets me starve,
but rather be merciful and take care of me,
by letting me run and enjoy a warm pasture.
Let me request this of you and please don’t regard it as
disrespectful
if I ask it in the name of Him who was born in a stable like me.
When God created the horse he said to the magnificent creature: I have made thee as no other. All the treasures of the earth lie between thy eyes. Thou shalt carry my friends upon thy back. Thy saddle shall be the seat of prayers to me. And thou fly without wings, and conquer without any sword. Oh, horse.
“Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride, friendship without envy or beauty without vanity? Here, where grace is laced with muscle, and strength by gentleness confined. He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity. There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent; there is nothing so quick, nothing more patient……All our history is his industry. We are his heirs, he our inheritance. Ladies and Gentlemen–the Horse! this is another poem i wrote this one is called save the wild horses
the wind is whispering through his mane making his world a better place he runs through this place as he begins to break away he is trying to take the wieght of the world on his shoulders he runs with grace and pattern his spirit is being broken down he fears he cant take it nomore all he wants todo is run free when you look into his eyes and what you see is a beautiful spirit longing to be free
-meghan dixon
when ever i look into the eyes of a horse i can see the healing hands of god.