Keeylocko was his own unique brand of rancher (no pun intended) - who understood the interplay and connection between all living things and bred his cattle accordingly. He was a UofA graduate with a degree in agriculture and was concerned about how the lack of foresight and degradation of the natural world would feed a growing population. He was a proponent of environmental education, and built a little research library that contained out-of print books on ancient civilizations around the world. (A man after my own heart!) He was more of a steward of the land than just a cowboy:
“Now, here’s the thing that you have to remember about a place like this. You’re the curator for everything that lives, breathes on that range. Anything that moves, yells, swims, hunts. You’re the curator. That means birds, bees, skunks. There are beehives on my range, but when there are no blooms and there’s no flowers blooming, they get hungry.
So we have to bring sugar water to feed them. You’re the caretaker for everything on that range no matter what it is. If it’s a skunk, if it’s a snake, whatever it is, that’s your job."
- Quote from 2016 article in MensHealth
With his horse, Jazz
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Nicole Santa Cruz in the Seattle Times, 2010:
"Keeylocko was born in South Carolina in 1931. Abandoned by his mother, he was rescued by a woman who gave him the name Keeylock (he added the O later). He left home at 14 and traveled America as a hobo before serving in the Army for 23 years.
He then attended the University of Arizona, earning degrees in agriculture, because he wanted to breed aggressive, well-armed cattle that could protect themselves on the range. (“Give them back their horns,” he says.) After experiencing discrimination at a cattle auction, he decided to create his ranch.
Keeylocko’s life is as unpredictable as the Wild West. He’s an ordained minister. And he has traveled the country, giving lectures on black cowboys.
“There are people that believe that people like me only play basketball, football, dance or maybe play the banjo,” he said. “What they don’t know is, there were black cowboys long before there were white cowboys.”
His life has made him open to welcoming anyone in his town, regardless of color, or as is the case in southern Arizona, regardless of citizenship. He’s known for chasing the Border Patrol off his property.
“I tell people that Cowtown Keeylocko doesn’t choose who comes here,” he said. “That’s the real West.”
Those he welcomes include illegal immigrants who come for water — from the U.S.-Mexico border, less than 50 miles away.
On a recent afternoon, Keeylocko continued to nurse his tequila at the bar, sweating slightly. Aside from the faint hum of a fan, which didn’t provide much relief, the only sounds were insects chirping. Keeylocko’s eyes became soft...
"Keeylocko was born in South Carolina in 1931. Abandoned by his mother, he was rescued by a woman who gave him the name Keeylock (he added the O later). He left home at 14 and traveled America as a hobo before serving in the Army for 23 years.
He then attended the University of Arizona, earning degrees in agriculture, because he wanted to breed aggressive, well-armed cattle that could protect themselves on the range. (“Give them back their horns,” he says.) After experiencing discrimination at a cattle auction, he decided to create his ranch.
Keeylocko’s life is as unpredictable as the Wild West. He’s an ordained minister. And he has traveled the country, giving lectures on black cowboys.
“There are people that believe that people like me only play basketball, football, dance or maybe play the banjo,” he said. “What they don’t know is, there were black cowboys long before there were white cowboys.”
His life has made him open to welcoming anyone in his town, regardless of color, or as is the case in southern Arizona, regardless of citizenship. He’s known for chasing the Border Patrol off his property.
“I tell people that Cowtown Keeylocko doesn’t choose who comes here,” he said. “That’s the real West.”
Those he welcomes include illegal immigrants who come for water — from the U.S.-Mexico border, less than 50 miles away.
On a recent afternoon, Keeylocko continued to nurse his tequila at the bar, sweating slightly. Aside from the faint hum of a fan, which didn’t provide much relief, the only sounds were insects chirping. Keeylocko’s eyes became soft...
“A person has to go back to the land,” he said. “It creates thought.”
Rather than go on about him, he speaks best for himself. In six minutes. Enjoy!
I first learned about this remarkable man from an old episode of Arizona Illustrated and fell in love -- then, as usual, life happened. In 2018, when I heard of his passing, I did an extensive web search, gathering articles and photos and watching videos of him and his life, and vowed to do a painting of him. Then the Trump War on Asylum Seekers sucked up national oxygen and my attention turned elsewhere.
Then the triple-header of Ahmaud, Breonna, and George Floyd ripped my life foundations out from under me. I was raised with a set of values that glorified diversity... albeit with an "under God" hook. And I did have racism awareness growing up and plenty of first-hand witness to Arizona's brand of bigotry. But the depth and insidiousness of nation-wide systemic racism revealed itself in new ways to me everywhere. It's virtually inescapable. By design. We white people take so much for granted... God.
But I also witnessed something incredible: after 400 years of colonial control, a great reckoning seemed to be stirring within many Caucasian Americans as wave after wave emerged from all corners of the country, calling to end the perpetuation of violence and inequality towards black people-- indeed, all people of color on this land we share. All the while, Nature's voice was blaring-- falling on impervious orange ears, bouncing off red ball-caps, steel-toed boots, long-guns and battle-gear, fluttering with "patriot" flags as it claimed thousands of American lives, unabated. Conspiracy theories and falsehoods flooding social media are now believed as fact and stoked by the president, creating real-life threats and incidents. Victim-blaming is now called Patriotism and collective survival assistance is now called Radical Left Socialism. It is overwhelming.
So I shut down my Facebook, took time out and rediscovered the world as it really is while enjoying the peace of covid sequester in my home.
Here finally, after months in the making, is my vision of Ed J.B. Keeylocko. I brought out his "swamp" green eyes. Above him is his signature Blue Dog Saloon. I include his pinto horse, Jazz, who seemed to be a perfect fit for this painting. He was an incredible man and led an incredible life -- I am sorry our paths never crossed this time around. For those who had the privilege of knowing him, I hope this portrayal of him comes close to doing him justice.
Then the triple-header of Ahmaud, Breonna, and George Floyd ripped my life foundations out from under me. I was raised with a set of values that glorified diversity... albeit with an "under God" hook. And I did have racism awareness growing up and plenty of first-hand witness to Arizona's brand of bigotry. But the depth and insidiousness of nation-wide systemic racism revealed itself in new ways to me everywhere. It's virtually inescapable. By design. We white people take so much for granted... God.
But I also witnessed something incredible: after 400 years of colonial control, a great reckoning seemed to be stirring within many Caucasian Americans as wave after wave emerged from all corners of the country, calling to end the perpetuation of violence and inequality towards black people-- indeed, all people of color on this land we share. All the while, Nature's voice was blaring-- falling on impervious orange ears, bouncing off red ball-caps, steel-toed boots, long-guns and battle-gear, fluttering with "patriot" flags as it claimed thousands of American lives, unabated. Conspiracy theories and falsehoods flooding social media are now believed as fact and stoked by the president, creating real-life threats and incidents. Victim-blaming is now called Patriotism and collective survival assistance is now called Radical Left Socialism. It is overwhelming.
So I shut down my Facebook, took time out and rediscovered the world as it really is while enjoying the peace of covid sequester in my home.
Here finally, after months in the making, is my vision of Ed J.B. Keeylocko. I brought out his "swamp" green eyes. Above him is his signature Blue Dog Saloon. I include his pinto horse, Jazz, who seemed to be a perfect fit for this painting. He was an incredible man and led an incredible life -- I am sorry our paths never crossed this time around. For those who had the privilege of knowing him, I hope this portrayal of him comes close to doing him justice.
I'm an old cowgirl from many years ago, so this man and this painting has a special place in my heart.
(Horse nerd note: registered pintos have dark bluish bands around their white markings.)
(Horse nerd note: registered pintos have dark bluish bands around their white markings.)
I continue my personal code against for-profit sales of my work. However, as always, I offer my digital files free of charge for 501(c)3 non-profit fundraising purposes for historical/educational/cultural preservation and community benefit. This of course, includes Mr. Keeylocko's Legacy. I'd be honored to contribute my small part. Feel free to contact me.
