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Allen I. Daniel of Waco passed away
Thursday, July 5, 2007 . Memorial
Services will be 4 p.m. Monday, July
9, at Lake Shore Baptist Church with
the Rev. Sharlande Sledge and the
Rev. Dorisanne Cooper officiating.
Allen was born March 8, 1928, in
Waco, TX to Robert Houston Daniel
and Doris Louise Daniel. Allen
graduated from Waco High School . He
was employed by the City of Waco, as
a firefighter for 36 years. He was
active in the Central Labor Council
for many years where he served as
secretary and also as treasurer.
Also he was active member of LULAC
Council 273 for many years. Allen
has been a lifelong Baptist, and a
member of Lake Shore Baptist Church
in Waco. He was preceded in death by
his parents; a son, Bill Allen
Daniel; and four brothers. He is
survived by his wife, Elida Daniel
of Waco; daughter, Joy Taubner of
Eugene, OR.; son, Robert Daniel of
Jacksonville, FL ; brother, Danny
Daniel of Waco; three
granddaughters; three
great-granddaughters; and nephew
Luis Sanderson of Waco. In lieu of
flowers, memorial donations may be
made to Hansma Fund, for Peace and
Justice, Lake Shore Baptist Church.
The family invites you to leave a
message or memory in our "Memorial
Guestbook" at
www.brazosfuneralhome.com
March 8, 1928 - July 5, 2007
Reproduced
with permission of
the Waco Tribune-Herald, Copyright 2007
Memories of Ish Daniel
by Joy Taubner
Over the past few days, I have thought a
lot about what I wanted to say about my dad. A mix of emotions and thoughts
have cycled through my mind. All of the “if only’s,” the “should haves,” and
the memories of growing up with Ish as my father. There were memories –
happy and sad and painful.
But, the overwhelming truth was my father’s love and commitment to my
brothers and me. He never wavered. I know that is what parents do, but I
think my dad did it in the way that he did many things in his life. He
waited patiently for me. There were times when I was so angry with my dad
for being who he was. Different. Always plastering the car with political
bumper stickers and a myriad of lawn signs posted in our yard. As a kid,
this was a pretty unusual sight around Waco. I felt frustrated and
embarrassed. His fight for civil rights at a time when this was unheard of –
to believe the way he believed – let alone voice his opinions. He was out
there with his beliefs.
I rejected him, and he loved me. I yelled at him, and he loved me. There
were times when I told him I wished that he were not my dad, and he loved
me. Always, patiently and quietly waiting for me to welcome him back into my
heart.
As luck would have it, my dad had a full-blown manic break-down and ended up
in the hospital. I say luck, because I finally got it. I understood many
things about him. My heart melted, and I welcomed my dad back into my life.
I began to celebrate him, and I saw the beauty in his spirit. He was a
loving, peaceful man. Never afraid to stand up for his beliefs in spite of
the ridicule that he endured. He never wavered.
It has not always been easy, but God gave me a chance to heal and understand
him and be able to separate the father from his mental illness. I have come
to understand and embrace how much I am like him. Stubborn, strong political
beliefs, and an advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves. I have
passed on his values to my daughter, and I watch her pass those on to her
children.
I can say with conviction that my dad made a difference in the world. He
made it a better place. He stood up for his beliefs, and he treated everyone
he met with respect and kindness, and he never forgot that we belong to each
other.
The last few years that he was at the nursing home were rough on him and me
and my brother – living so far away. We worried, but the people at Care Inn
and the congregation at Lake Shore helped make life brighter for him.
The staff at Care Inn were kind, loving, and respectful. They became a big
part of his life.
He loved Lake Shore Baptist Church. I think that he found his place at last
– a place where people combined their faith and intellect, a place of
compassion and acceptance. I want to thank each and every one of you for
helping to brighten my father’s life and easing a daughter’s worries.
Thank you, David, for picking up my father on Sundays and bringing him to
church. Thank you to all the guys at the peace garden for welcoming him into
the circle. It meant so much to him. And thank you, Lake Shore Baptist
Church, for welcoming and accepting him into your hearts. Thank you to all
the caregivers and Care Inn of Waco and for all of you who are here today to
help celebrate a peaceful warrior, my dad, Ish Daniel.
To a Great Man
by John Devries
Most of the "do good" giants of
history and contemporary existence
are well known, at least in their
local communities, and often in
regional, national, and global
communities. Thurgood Marshall,
Martin Luther King, St Francis of
Assisi, Sojourner Truth, William
Lloyd Garrison, Caesar Chavez,
Florence Nightingale, Gandhi, etc.
The light of publicity illuminated
their brave public witness. But
there are many others who are just
as great as the godlike icons who
led legions to help establish a more
humane world, yet are relatively
unknown in their local communities
or among a regional, national, or
international populace - and A.I. "Ish"
Daniel was one of those saints. Ish
died last week, at age 79. He was a
resident in a local nursing home.
More importantly, he was a member of
Lake Shore Baptist Church who
regularly attended an outdoor
peacemaking/prayer circle each week,
despite physical afflictions that
forced him to use a walker. More
importantly, he came to worship at
Lake Shore Baptist Church during the
last couple years. More importantly,
he was my friend and mentor, and
deserves a few words of tribute.
I met Ish Daniel around 1982. At the
time, I was quite involved in a
fledgling group called the Waco
Peace Alliance. Our main crusade was
a resolute opposition to President
Reagan's nuclear weapons buildup and
Reagan's too casual conception of
the survivability of "limited
nuclear war". Perhaps most people
did not agree with me - but I
believed that the survival of the
human race was at risk, and plunged
into peace (particularly
anti-nuclear) activism. Most people
in my circles of friendship and
influence seemed mildly sympathetic
- but the urge to bear public
witness for peace did not seem to
burn brightly in their chest. Mr.
Daniel was different. He faithfully
attended virtually every Waco Peace
Alliance educational meeting during
the 1980's. He gave the Waco Peace
Alliance leadership tremendous and
much appreciated encouragement.
Ish Daniel was certainly concerned
about the nuclear arms race. But he
had another cause - justice for
Hispanics in all places,
particularly in places that writhed
under the hammer of tyranny and
oppression. He was Caucasian, yet he
belonged to a Hispanic Church in
relatively poor South Waco. He was
an outspoken supporter of the
"sanctuary movement", which gave
shelter to political refugees
seeking asylum from murderous
repressive situations in Guatemala,
El Salvador, Nicaragua, and other
Latin American countries. He
supported numerous "Pastors for
Peace" activist caravans that
carried supplies to Nicaragua, Cuba,
El Salvador, Guatemala - and other
places of Third World suffering and
promise in Latin America. I
regularly saw Ish throughout the
1980's - his activism was extremely
beneficial to my spirit - he helped
me grow as an activist and servant
leader.
In the 1990's, the Waco Peace
Alliance, perhaps exhausted from
years of peace/justice crusades with
sporadic public recognition and
success, began to fade, and
completely disbanded in 1995. The
work of the Waco Peace Alliance is
carried on by
Waco Friends of Peace, a group
that has repeatedly performed acts
of courageous public witness in
opposition to the ethical, moral,
fiscal, and political debacle that
is the Iraq War and has sought to
promote a vision of a world that
operates on cooperation, wisdom, and
unity instead of militarism,
division, and empire. I am only
peripherally involved in "Friends of
Peace", but I am GLAD for its
witness and its existence. I
gradually lost contact (temporarily)
with Ish.
Years passed - and then I was
blessed again. Somehow, Ish found
his way to Lake Shore Baptist
Church. Perhaps he remembered our
reputation for peacemaking - perhaps
someone told him about the Quaker
class in the "Peace Garden". He came
- with his walker - the type of
person that you rarely see in church
- a physically challenged person
with no substantial social or
economic status. Ish worshipped at
the church for many months (a couple
years) - and I had a few
conversations with him - not enough
conversations, because my attendance
at the Quaker class had become
increasingly irregular. I must say
this - I was inspired by his
presence as I looked at him sitting
in the front row or the back of the
church from my seat in the choir
loft. I was in a bit of grief as I
looked at him - because I saw that
his health was weak and vulnerable,
and knew that his physical health
would not improve. But I was so glad
that he was there.
There are leaders and there are
followers - and Ish Daniel was never
a formal leader in my world - he
never held a formal leadership
position in the Waco Peace Alliance
or Lake Shore Baptist Church. But he
wasn't a follower - he was a
SUPPORTER of all that was good and
true and just. That is my easy
interpretation of Ish Daniel
(remember that I first met him when
he was 54 years old) but it is not
completely correct. Ish showed
abundant and unbelievable courage
decades before I knew him - he
actively sought an inclusive and
unprejudiced world during a time
when his community reeked of
prejudice, apathy, and "go along to
get along" cowardice - He suffered
for his bravery and his
farsightedness. The walls of
segregation and racism were
beginning to show signs of age - but
Ish was an outspoken Caucasian
supporter of civil rights at a time
when few Waco area Caucasians
aggressively adopted such a
position. Ish believed that EVERY
person is a child of God, and
rejected ALL forms of debilitating
discrimination based on based on
prejudice or socioeconomic class.
Today, the civil rights revolution
is a "settled" issue - no politician
or preacher advocates a return to
segregation days, and the Ku Klux
Klan (which once controlled the
politics of entire states and had
much influence in Texas and Waco)
has become a disgraced group that
all political leaders effortlessly
denounce. But there was a time when
it was not settled. There was a time
when support for civil rights was
regarded as impractical as the
abolition of nuclear weapons - and
Ish Daniel was in the vanguard.
"A man of sorrows - well acquainted
with grief" - this would describe
Ish Daniel. He suffered severe
family tragedy - there were mental
health difficulties. But Ish did not
let his chains and stripes define
him. On occasion after occasion
after occasion, he cast them aside,
until they become hardly noticeable
and faded into a gray mist. Ish
lived a life of great authenticity
and great courage. He was willing to
follow his conscience - to say and
do controversial but right things -
regardless of the personal cost. If
everyone in the world had the spirit
and the soul and the ethics and the
courage and the heart of Ish Daniel,
and were willing to willing to let
these qualities be known and shared,
the world would be entirely
different - at the global level, at
the national level, at the local
level, and among friends and family.
War and oppression would be almost
invisible and toothless, and
brotherhood and compassion would be
dominant.
Ish Daniel was beautifully eulogized
by his minister (a Hispanic
clergyman who served as Ish's pastor
for 20+ years) and his daughter. The
minister stated that Ish combined
"Faith AND Works"...Ish was a man
who refused to accept any
discrimination - HE DID NOT
DISCRIMINATE..."He was always
willing and eager to help others".
Ish's daughter spoke of Ish's love
for his children and family. There
was a recollection of Ish's often
irritating plunges into political
activism ("yard signs at every
election - a willingness to
aggressively push for civil rights
when almost no one believed in it")
and a recognition of Ish's personal
struggles. But this was clear to all
members of the congregation who came
to honor Ish -- Ish's daughter loved
Ish Daniel, and Ish loved his
children.
The last time I saw Ish Daniel was
Sunday July 1st - he was standing in
the front row - we were singing a
Kurt Kaiser benediction in the choir
- the last line stays with me - "Go
---- Live This Life The Whole Day
Through". The last note was a
beautiful blend of harmony and
meaning. Ish gave life his best
effort - he was a prophet who
sometimes was stoned and sometimes
tripped - but he was a prophet
aligned with the justice, mercy, and
kindness of God. RIP, Ish... We'll
do our best to honor your example.
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