Simon feels you need to know about his new website, so here is the guff he wrote.
I feel it's time I had my say. Simon has been rabitting on about what I feel, what I like and what I think for nearly three years now, and it's my turn.
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I feel it's time I had my say. Simon has been rabitting on about what I feel, what I like and what I think for nearly three years now, and it's my turn.
I am following in distinguished hoof
prints, Black Beauty's work, translated by Anna Sewell is well up in
the all time best seller lists, but after nearly a century and a
half, it's time for another of us to make a few waves.
Simon has been doing what he does
best, upsetting people, with his comments on whips and Tesco's. I
can't comment much about Tesco's, they won't let me in, but I can
comment on whips, and Simon is right. I hate them. Just out of
interest, who, among the people, horse or human, that they are USED
on, likes them?
But backtracking a bit, I apppear to
be a pony, and I appear to be writing stuff on a computer. I can see
where the confusion comes, but you are forgetting the magic of
Broadband. Now I know it is an article of faith with you humans that
you created Broadband. We all have our creation myths, but it is
obvious to me that humans don't understand it, or know how to use it.
Just ask the next human you see how Broadband works. Listen to their
answer and then try saying sincerely, “well if that's how it works,
it must have been invented and built by humans.”
When I first realised I could sense
Broadband, it opened up a whole new, and very weird world. But just
recently I have discovered I can put stuff, words in particular, up
on Broadband. The main problem is getting access to an account.
Without an address, you can put stuff up, but nobody human can see
it. So I am using Simon's account.
Simon is odd. The intelligent ones
among you will have sussed this out already. He likes writing, and
reading, but won't read what he has written. Which explains a lot of
typos. But it means I can put stuff up in his name and he will never
notice, or if he does, will just assume he has gone mental.
Black Beauty was lucky, Anna Sewell
was incredibly sensitive, for a human, and allowed Black Beauty to
get his story up pretty accurately. With Broadband, and a weirdo like
Simon, I can achieve something, nothing to rival Black Beauty's
story, but a review of the impact Black Beauty should have had, and
hasn't. A story of journeys, physical and spiritual, of pain and some
pleasure.
Yes, it's a savage journey to the
heart of the equestrian dream.
And we'll get into the whips soo
enough. You all know I'm going to, Simon's written enough about me
and whips. I think most people know Simon's opinion. And he's pretty
accurate. Maybe his language is too restrained, maybe he doesn't
focus enough attention on the subject, but on the whole he's right.
They bloody hurt.
Extension of my arm, yes, and when a
horse kicks you with some lump of metal that you have had nailed to
his foot, do you just say it's an extension of his foot, and he's
just tapping you, it's just a signal. No you bloody don't. You
proabably lay in with the bloody whip to teach him a lesson. A whip's
a weapon.
Black Beauty didn't like them, but
then who does. Black Beauty didn't like lots of things, but you
humans have forgotten. You remember the fire scene, and the bearing
reins, and maybe the trains in Black Beauty's first field. You forget
the whips. Go back and read Beauty's book. Where does he say, “Thank
God, a man with a whip, at last I will get a clear signal.” Where
does he say, "and the man brought out an extension to his arm because
I couldn't see his proper arm?"
Whips, bits, blinkers, cruppers,
shoes, stables, hunting........ Black Beauty didn't like any of them.
The bearing rein was horrible, sorry is horrible. At Anna Sewell's
funeral, the horses were in bearing reins until her mother
complained. Go to a miniature horse driving event today and they will
use bearing reins on pnies so small they would fit in your pocket.
Maybe they are right. A bigger animal might kick their teeth in.
These miniatures would struggle to kick much higher than the ankle.
Side reins, bearing reins, chiffneys,
gags, martingales, there are more bloody devices to hold our heads in
the position YOU want them in than ever before. But try asking whose
head is it? You fill our mouths with lumps of metal. Read Toni
Morrison's “Beloved” and when you get to the relevant bit, (oh
what an exquisite pun, and created by a mere pony) go out to your
pony, or horse, and stick a bit in its mouth.
This isn't a catalogue of the bits of
Black Beauty's book that have been ignored, though it's quite an
achievement for the most popular horse book in history by such a
massive margin, to be so comprehensively ignored. But humans pretend Black Beauty as a children's book, like Animal Farm, and Gulliver's
Travels and Uncle Tom's Cabin. Few remember that in the USA Beauty's
book was sold as “The Uncle Tom's Cabin for horses.”
None of these books are children's
books. Beauty's story, like Eliza's in Uncle Tom's Cabin, is one of
betrayal. Betrayal by those we are taught are worthy of respect. They
are tales of class war, and gross inequality, where the light of
humanity shines brighter, the lower you go. They are great books, and
should be read by everyone, not stuffed in the children's shelves to
be ignored by those with the power to improve things.
Look who wants the whips, is it the
poor and the downtrodden who teach ten year old children to be
comfortable holding a whip in either hand, and then test them on this
ability before they allow them to progress further in horsemanship.
Maybe where slavery is the norm, rich children are tested on their
handling of the whip, before they can join the ranks of the great and
the good..
Simon dug out a lovely bit on
horsemanship from an old book on coal mining.
"Half a dozen laden waggons" says Sir George Head "are dragged along the railroad to the particular drop then at work, by a stout cob, which is then ridden carelessly back again, barebacked by a small boy, at a shambling trot; notwithstanding that the interstices between the planks below admit, here and there, full two inches of daylight. However the pony proceeeds, clattering on unconcernedly, otherwise than by holding his snout close to the floor, the better and more cautiously to observe where to place his feet at every step.
.............The beast when I witnessed his performance, had only a halter on his head, without winkers, or any harness except collar and light rope traces. As soon as the boy had fastened the lock of the trace to the foremost waggon, the pony invariably turned round his head, as if to enquire whether all was ready,and then, exactly at the proper moment, commenced his march, the load, meanwhile, rumbling after him: arrived at the drop, the carriages being detached, he here stood jammed close to the wall; shewing perfect cognizance as the carriages passed him, of the degree of attention due to the various noises and manoevres going forward, and not only being aware when it was proper to step out of the way, but how long precisely it was safe to stand still."
I could work with that boy.
Obama textual analysis of Black Beauty
I'm meant to be reviewing Black Beauty, not rabitting on about the things that matter to me, and that I have taught Simon to respect. So you have to go back to the text. And it is good English Exam practice , according to Simon, for whom exams are back in the dim and murky past, to quote from the text. But maybe he knows what he is talking about. He still remembers that whips hurt, and he learned that at school.
What matters to Black Beauty? Bearing reins, you all remember that, Ginger's descriptions of the horrors inflicted in the name of fashion from forcing a horse to hold its head in an unnatural position. Bearing reins are a recurring theme throughout Beauty's book. Beauty and Ginger's “good” master sold them to a man, sorry an Earl, and therefore a man wortthy of respect, whose wife insisted on cranking up their heads with the bearing rein.
This was the start of the slippery slope for both of them. Bearing reins crop up four or five times and never with a good word said about them. But nobody insists today that horses carry their heads in a particular unnatural position while performing arduous tasks. That would be cruel. Dressage horses CHOOSE to hold their noses against their breastbones while poncing around to music.
What else does Beauty mention? Bits are described in detail, and anyone who thinks Beauty liked having a lump of metal jammed in his mouth can try reading his book. Cruppers are difficult to explain to those poor creatures without a tail, but just imagine your backbone continued a bit, and that you had stiff noose put round it and pulled up towards your head whenever you were trying to slow down. If you haven't got a tail, it's just too difficult to describe, but Beauty's position was clear. he didn't like them.
Shoes, heavy, restricting and nasty. Blinkers are another recurring theme, pointless dangerous fashion accessories, and Anna Sewell suggested that training as other countries do, without them, would be a good idea. Now that takes courage. In England, in the middle of the Victorian era, at the top of the Empire building phase, when the English went everywhere to show the natives how to do it, for a respectable, middle class woman to suggest that foreigners can do something better, that is braver than charging with Captain to the guns at Balaclava.
Hunting gets a brief mention, and since it kills Beauty's brother in front of him and Duchess, their Mum, and kills the Squire's son and probably also the hare, one of their hares, from the plantation, all in the space of two pages, we can assume that hunting wasn't Beauty's or Duchess's idea of a fun pastime.
Docking tails gets a well deserved savaging. It was a savage practice, but had stopped by the time Sir Oliver explains his pathetic stump of a tail to Beauty.
So does Anna Sewell mention whips when translating Beauty's thoughts.
The Penguin Popular Classics edition published 1994 has a biography of Anna Sewell on the inside front page. It states that “Characteristically she never used a whip o her own horses.” So maybe Beauty will have something to say on whips. He does. Out of 210 pages, 35 mention whips.
Three of the mentions of whips are neutral. The squire “never uses a whip if a horse acts right.” John Manly, the Squire's groom, when first riding Beauty “gave me a light touch with his whip and we had a splendid gallop.” When Beauty is a job horse, he describes one good driver who removes his curb, shifted the reins on the bit to the gentle setting “and then with a light feel of the rein, and drawing the whip gently across my back, we were off.”
You can find the rest yourself. I have quoted the nice ones, the ones I feel like writing down. Read Beauty's comments, he doesn't use the sort of language I would like to use to decribe what is done, not only the pain and suffering, but the sheer pointlessness of it. If there is one theme that runs through Beauty's story in a way that nothing else does, it is the pointlessness of cruelty, and the whip is the favourite example of this.
The first 20 pages don't mention whips in a bad way. But they then feature in 10 of the next thirty pages. From page 50 to 96 you only get one mention, but in the next 107 pages, 23 mention whips, only one in a neutral way. From the time Beauty is lying almost dead in the street, having been flogged uphill with an excessive load, till the end of the book, no more whips. Neither Farmer Thoroughgood, nor Little Joe at the Blomefields, saw any point in whips.
It would take an impressive mathematician to say that either Black Beauty, or Anna Sewell saw any virtue in whips, and the more obvious conclusion is that whips are vicious, pointless and stupid. And you accuse Simon of being obsessed about the subject. The author and translator of the biggest selling horse book ever, are just as rabid on the subject, though their language is rather more moderate. I keep coming back to whips because in a review of a book where over 15% of the pages mention the subject, avoiding whips would look very odd indeed.
No other negative topic comes close, alcohol gets its mentions, bearing reins, and savage bits, ie any bit in a horses' mouth, but none of them come close to the subject of whips. Kindness, loyalty, honesty, gentleness, love, they all come well up in the ranking and together probably outnumber whips, but it is close.
Can I make one very gentle suggestion, read the bloody book and read the bits about whips. Then argue. If you still feel like it. Beauty was frighteningly honest, and Anna Sewell did a remarkable job getting his thoughts on paper. But don't let your kids read it and then clamber on your horse, booted and spurred, whip in your hand, and expect them to respect you. Whips and spurs produce fear, they don't produce respect. That's something you have to do for yourself. Anna Sewell earned respect. Drop the whip and you can do the same.
What matters to Black Beauty? Bearing reins, you all remember that, Ginger's descriptions of the horrors inflicted in the name of fashion from forcing a horse to hold its head in an unnatural position. Bearing reins are a recurring theme throughout Beauty's book. Beauty and Ginger's “good” master sold them to a man, sorry an Earl, and therefore a man wortthy of respect, whose wife insisted on cranking up their heads with the bearing rein.
This was the start of the slippery slope for both of them. Bearing reins crop up four or five times and never with a good word said about them. But nobody insists today that horses carry their heads in a particular unnatural position while performing arduous tasks. That would be cruel. Dressage horses CHOOSE to hold their noses against their breastbones while poncing around to music.
What else does Beauty mention? Bits are described in detail, and anyone who thinks Beauty liked having a lump of metal jammed in his mouth can try reading his book. Cruppers are difficult to explain to those poor creatures without a tail, but just imagine your backbone continued a bit, and that you had stiff noose put round it and pulled up towards your head whenever you were trying to slow down. If you haven't got a tail, it's just too difficult to describe, but Beauty's position was clear. he didn't like them.
Shoes, heavy, restricting and nasty. Blinkers are another recurring theme, pointless dangerous fashion accessories, and Anna Sewell suggested that training as other countries do, without them, would be a good idea. Now that takes courage. In England, in the middle of the Victorian era, at the top of the Empire building phase, when the English went everywhere to show the natives how to do it, for a respectable, middle class woman to suggest that foreigners can do something better, that is braver than charging with Captain to the guns at Balaclava.
Hunting gets a brief mention, and since it kills Beauty's brother in front of him and Duchess, their Mum, and kills the Squire's son and probably also the hare, one of their hares, from the plantation, all in the space of two pages, we can assume that hunting wasn't Beauty's or Duchess's idea of a fun pastime.
Docking tails gets a well deserved savaging. It was a savage practice, but had stopped by the time Sir Oliver explains his pathetic stump of a tail to Beauty.
So does Anna Sewell mention whips when translating Beauty's thoughts.
The Penguin Popular Classics edition published 1994 has a biography of Anna Sewell on the inside front page. It states that “Characteristically she never used a whip o her own horses.” So maybe Beauty will have something to say on whips. He does. Out of 210 pages, 35 mention whips.
Three of the mentions of whips are neutral. The squire “never uses a whip if a horse acts right.” John Manly, the Squire's groom, when first riding Beauty “gave me a light touch with his whip and we had a splendid gallop.” When Beauty is a job horse, he describes one good driver who removes his curb, shifted the reins on the bit to the gentle setting “and then with a light feel of the rein, and drawing the whip gently across my back, we were off.”
You can find the rest yourself. I have quoted the nice ones, the ones I feel like writing down. Read Beauty's comments, he doesn't use the sort of language I would like to use to decribe what is done, not only the pain and suffering, but the sheer pointlessness of it. If there is one theme that runs through Beauty's story in a way that nothing else does, it is the pointlessness of cruelty, and the whip is the favourite example of this.
The first 20 pages don't mention whips in a bad way. But they then feature in 10 of the next thirty pages. From page 50 to 96 you only get one mention, but in the next 107 pages, 23 mention whips, only one in a neutral way. From the time Beauty is lying almost dead in the street, having been flogged uphill with an excessive load, till the end of the book, no more whips. Neither Farmer Thoroughgood, nor Little Joe at the Blomefields, saw any point in whips.
It would take an impressive mathematician to say that either Black Beauty, or Anna Sewell saw any virtue in whips, and the more obvious conclusion is that whips are vicious, pointless and stupid. And you accuse Simon of being obsessed about the subject. The author and translator of the biggest selling horse book ever, are just as rabid on the subject, though their language is rather more moderate. I keep coming back to whips because in a review of a book where over 15% of the pages mention the subject, avoiding whips would look very odd indeed.
No other negative topic comes close, alcohol gets its mentions, bearing reins, and savage bits, ie any bit in a horses' mouth, but none of them come close to the subject of whips. Kindness, loyalty, honesty, gentleness, love, they all come well up in the ranking and together probably outnumber whips, but it is close.
Can I make one very gentle suggestion, read the bloody book and read the bits about whips. Then argue. If you still feel like it. Beauty was frighteningly honest, and Anna Sewell did a remarkable job getting his thoughts on paper. But don't let your kids read it and then clamber on your horse, booted and spurred, whip in your hand, and expect them to respect you. Whips and spurs produce fear, they don't produce respect. That's something you have to do for yourself. Anna Sewell earned respect. Drop the whip and you can do the same.
Obama again. Learned helplessness this time.
I wish we had a better communication system, between horses I mean. It's no problem in a field, when there is a group of us, and no interfereing humans, but on the road, I can't communicate to the others I meet. Partly Simon seems to think I'm not allowed to just set off wherever I might wan to go, and more importantly, most of the horses we meet, ie Simon and I when we are out in one of his weirdo vehicles, seem totally terrified of me.
That's why I want to communicate, to reassure them, that we won't hurt them. But with somone sitting on top, kicking them, and a lump of metal clogging up their mouths, communication isn't easy, and of course the big problem is the person on top. I watch them. The minute one of us, a horse I mean, gets startled, or scared, we put our head up, its natural. And we stop, because who wants to walk into trouble, and if it looks scary, we turn round and go the other way because we have brains and that is the sensible reaction.
But these idiots on top, the first thing they do is jab the poor sod in the mouth, kick him in the ribs and hit him with a whip. I watch it. Today a horse came past with a bloke on top, and the horse had never seen me before, and certainly hadn't seen the iBex, and Simon looks weird at the best of times, but he went past, nervous, but coping, but he was still stressed. Fifty yards further on something worried him, and the guy hit him, and they went along the road for another couple of hundred yards. Flinch, hit, Flinch hit. From stuff I've seen up on the Broadband, and comments Simon makes, this is normal. This is what you are meant to do. Luckily Simon is weird and doesn't.
But you would think the people could see themselves from our point of view.
We see something strange, we raise our head, stop and assess things, lining up a good escape route at the same time. It's sense. If running is what you do, getting ready to run is vital, and in a narrow lane, if the threat is in front, running forward is silly. So you get tready to turn. But you only do this if you are scared.
So something spooks one of us. We get hit in the mouth, and with a bit, that hurts. The kick and the whip follow fast. So what does a horse learn? that if something new or scary or dangerous appears, we get hit. Mouth sides buttocks. Bit boots and whip. Just pray the shit isn't wearing spurs. So anything new is going to hurt, anything different is going to hurt.
There's a magic phrase I learned from Broadband. “Learned helplessness.” It's got to be the most depressing concept going. If everything you do is wrong, every sign of individuality, every sign you have a brain of your own gets you hit. Flinching gets you hit, stopping gets you hit. Starting when not kicked gets you hit. Not starting when you are kicked gets you hit, too fast too slow, too high, too low, you get hit, that's how you learn helplessness, and you learn to just go with the flow. Shut your eyes, shut your ears, shut your brain, let the bang in the gums, or the kick in the ribs feed straight through to your legs, do what he says, become and extension of his brain, let him become a parasite, controlling you, your every step, your every move...... You will still get hit, but it becomes random, impersonal, you can't move to this beat, you just get beaten and ignore it. As you shut down you learn to do what the parasite wants, let his eyes guide you, his brain, think for you and maybe he won't hurt you as much, but he will hurt you anyway, you have learned that you are helpless.
But it takes time, and skill, of a sort, and courage of a sort, from the human this is, from the parasite, to get you to this learned helplessness. You have to be beaten down into it. Most riders can't do it, so you get frightened, your head comes up, they bang you in the teeth, you stop, they kick you in the ribs and you turn to safety, they hit you with a whip, and you run for safety. Because you haven't learned helplessness, you've learned that something new means pain, that anything new, you get hit, so you learn to fear the new, and after a few times of spinning and running for safety, your rider gives up, and you get sold to another one, who takes you out into new and scary surroundings, and when you raise your head................
So what has this to do with a literary review of one of the most popular works of fiction ever. Well it was never fiction, it was true. Here is Beauty's new partner, after Rory got the shaft through his chest, talking about his nervousness.
"Well, I hardly know," he said. "I was timid when I was young, and was a
good deal frightened several times, and if I saw anything strange I
used to turn and look at it—you see, with our blinkers one can't see
or understand what a thing is unless one looks round—and then my master
always gave me a whipping, which of course made me start on, and did not
make me less afraid. I think if he would have let me just look at things
quietly, and see that there was nothing to hurt me, it would have been
all right, and I should have got used to them. One day an old gentleman
was riding with him, and a large piece of white paper or rag blew across
just on one side of me. I shied and started forward. My master as usual
whipped me smartly, but the old man cried out, 'You're wrong! you're
wrong! You should never whip a horse for shying; he shies because he is
frightened, and you only frighten him more and make the habit worse.'
So I suppose all men don't do so. I am sure I don't want to shy for the
sake of it; but how should one know what is dangerous and what is not,
if one is never allowed to get used to anything? I am never afraid of
what I know. Now I was brought up in a park where there were deer; of
course I knew them as well as I did a sheep or a cow, but they are not
common, and I know many sensible horses who are frightened at them, and
who kick up quite a shindy before they will pass a paddock where there
are deer."
I knew what my companion said was true, and I wished that every young
horse had as good masters as Farmer Grey and Squire.
That was written down for Beauty by Anna Sewell about 140 years ago. 50 million copies of those words have been published. Can't you human's read?
Please go to http://ponyaccess.com/
, my new website covering the saddlechariot/iBex and it's uses. This
is where you will also find links to all my articles on training,
safety, vehicle design and even the weird stuff on cooking and
politics.
My new contact details are
ponyaccess@gmail.com
and my phone number is +44 7510 736 518
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