Talk about disappointments – Liam Neeson, who has been a supporter of a great many humane efforts throughout the world, released a statement this week through the Irish Echo supporting the carriage horse industry. Referring to it as “iconic” and a “grand tradition” he also claimed he was another horse lover. Right. Well Mr. Neeson, as much as my respect for you as an actor remains unchanged, I do have to question whether you actually took the time to find out the facts before you made this statement, appealing to misguided sentiments; trying to pretend it’s 1889 instead of 2009. I believe that all of those people should have jobs as well, and since my grandmother and grandfather regaled me with tales of growing up in Kerry I would like to think I am sensitive to the fact that many of the drivers are Irish-American.

But, I wonder Mr. Neeson – is this the picture you were thinking of that is so iconic? Or do you imagine the horses trudging back to their tenements in Hell’s Kitchen as being part of the grand tradition? Have you taken the time to visit their stables? Or would availing yourself of the uncomfortable facts make you an “extrmemist”? How about a short quiz? How many horses have perished in traffic accidents in the last 20 years? How many is too many? How much shorter is a carriage horse’s life than a police mount?

How many hours a week do they work? Or – maybe you saw them out working the past few weeks in snow storms and sub-zero wind chills – does the sight of a horse trudging behind a bus, inhaling the exhaust make you wax poetic? Did you know that New York has the highest carriage-horse accident rate in the country, a fact that came to light after the death of Smoothie on Sept. 14, 2007?

I did not grow up with horses, I grew in the suburbs, so it was my grandmother’s stories of growing up on a farm in Ireland that informed my conscience towards animals. There is nothing about the existence of these animals that is, in fact, picturesque or traditional. They have no pastures to walk in, no life besides the joyless sounds of traffic, the blare of horns, the constant cacophony of New York streets. Lawn jockeys were once iconic, slavery once considered a vital component of the country’s economy. In fact, according to my grandmother, Irish immigrants were once treated with a little bit less than respect in this city. But I guess, at that time, it was just considered another grand tradition, eh Mr. Neeson?