

» left by Joel Hendon (2 years 293 days ago.)
Hi Lorrie, a wonderful article. I was stationed at Fort Bliss, Texas for almost a year in 1952. They had bullfights across the border in Juarez, and for the curipsity of it a paid for a ticket and went into the stadium, It was a nice stadium with a beautiful arena and the crowd was "in the mood" with yelling and waging flags, etc.
You have described the activities quite well.. The bull has no chance of coming out alive. If perchance he happens to get a horn into the matador's groin and flips him 10 feet, he will still be surrounded by the horse riders with their staves and perhaps another matador takes him on. It did not happen while I was there.
There were five events at the one I attended and I left after the third, very disillusioned at this they called "sport". I could not help myself but to root for the bulls. It is one of the most cruel things I've ever watched.
When the matador finally inserts the sword between his shoulder blades and it sticks out underneath his chest with blood flowing off the end of it, this strong animal continues to fight until he has no more strength left and will stop, crumple down on his stomach and then the brave matador walks up with a small knife which he sticks just behind the horns, and the bull quickly stiffens and rolls over on his side.
I was about in tears when I left the arena. And I swore I'd never go to another one. That's been 57 years and I have not.
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