Here's my story:
When I was in my early teens my mom's friend bought a zebra. There was a breeder in the mid-west somewhere, I'm thinking Nebraska or somewhere around there. This particular place, I won't say all because I don't know, took the babies from their mommies @ 2 weeks old and sold them. They had to be bottle fed until they were weaned. So they loaded him up @ 2 weeks old in the back of a box truck loaded with lots of straw and hauled him back to California. They decided to keep him a stud and get a filly, I assume to breed them.
About a year later the same routine. This time the filly didn't do so well. She wouldn't nurse from the bottle and by the time they got home to California she was very weak. My mom's mare had just weaned her foal so they brought the baby zebra over and my mom's mare was more than willing to be an adoptive mommy to this strange looking baby, but it was a baby and she loved them all. The zebra wouldn't nurse at first, so I camped out in the barn for a while, getting up every couple hours at night, or when it started making the funny zebra sound, to bottle feed it. The only way we could get it to nurse off the bottle was to put it between our legs sticking out the back - was pretty funny. She would nurse off the mare a little bit, then eventually caught on. Once they decided she was healthy enough they took her home. She ended up passing away.
The stud however, used to play and have fun with the woman. He got older and got put in a pen and got more and more aggressive. One day she went out to the barn and he grabbed her leg underneath the gate of the pen and started dragging her under. Her ankle was broken and the zebra ended up getting throw out back in a little pen and left... my mom says she never heard anything about him after that, so she assumes he died, got put down or otherwise.
My opinion from my experience... zebras don't have a place being "ours." They are a wild animal. We don't have the right to separate them from their mothers so early just to make money. And lastly, irresponsible owners don't have a place to own any animals, especially a wild animal that would require so much more responsibility.
It's really heartbreaking. You can imagine how I felt when I found out that the filly died after taking care of her personally. Quite the story for a young kid from a small town in Cali! "I played mommy to a zebra!!!"
PS My mom has pictures somewhere, I will try to get her to send them to me.