
Frankly, I don't give a f**k whether or not Jacqueline Kennedy, Truman Capote or Cole Porter were OK with the grotesque abuse inflicted on the carriage horses. I prefer to come to my own conclusions rather than blindly mimic the attitudes of socialites and celebrities.
Our culture used to be comfortable with things like a group of smiling, happy slaves clapping and singing spirituals along with Bette Davis in 'Jezebel'. There are still folks down South (and maybe up North, too) who think that "everyone was happier" back when everybody "knew their place". Life was better, more peaceful, more gracious. Over time, our understanding evolved and we realized that a way of life predicated on the enslavement of a group of people was not really, truly gracious.
The clip-clop of horses hooves and a carriage-ride around Central Park may be a lovely, romantic notion, but it is NOT really, truly, lovely. It is predicated on the abuse and misery of the horses involved. Happily, it seems that our ability to learn continues to evolve.
You think, what do you want?
You think, make a decision...