Daisy P. Moore

1931 ∼ 2017

Daisy P. Moore

Daisy Pocahontas Haynes Moore died May 19 in Washington, D.C., “the Great Spirit” calling her away, as the Native American activist and long-time social worker said in the notice she wrote herself before her death.

Daisy Moore was born July 6, 1931, to Chief Wild Horse Clinton Marcellus Haynes and Daisy P. Mingo Haynes in Mashpee, Mass., the seventh of 10 children.

Friends, family and associates described her as a remarkable and inspiring woman who was dedicated to social work and to her Native American heritage as a member of the Massachusetts Wampanoag tribe.

Ms. Moore spent her early years in Mashpee before her family moved to Middleboro, Massachusetts where she graduated from high school and then left for junior college in Bacone, Oklahoma. On graduation, she entered Boston University, receiving her BA, later doing graduate study at BU School of Social Work.

While at BU in the 1950s, Ms. Moore met her husband, Reverend Douglas Moore, who was also a student at the university, a classmate of Martin Luther King, Jr. and who later was elected to the first City Council in Washington, D.C. in 1973 when the U.S. Congress finally approved home rule.

Ms. Moore was drawn to him, an only child of a family of educators from North Carolina, because he was as devoted to his African American heritage as she was to her people. So, she did not hesitate to go with him to Africa, understanding his desire to connect with his roots.

 

The Methodist Church sent the Moore family to the Belgian Congo for four years where Ms. Moore taught English in high schools. At the time, the Congo was in the midst of civil war, and the eldest son Douglas remembers being taken out of school, bombs falling, plaster crashing off walls, and being taken to a small village for safety. His father was away at the time and Douglas remembers his mother being a calm and steady presence in the midst of all this turmoil.

The family returned to the United States where Ms. Moore became special assistant to the director in the Office of Field Services Operations of the United Planning Organization in Washington, D.C. in 1971. She was promoted to program chief in 1972 and, in 1975 and named the director of the agency’s comprehensive alcohol programs.

In 1980, Ms. Moore returned to her native Massachusetts and became a social worker in the Taunton Department of Social Services for three years before joining the Plimoth Plantation, a living history museum in Plymouth, Mass., as the director of its Wampanoag program. While at the museum, she was the impetus behind an exhibit at the Institute of American Indian art in Santa Fe, N.M., and was also responsible for an exhibit at the Collingwood Library and Museum in Alexandria, Va.

Ms. Moore was a board member of the Mashpee Tribal Council for a year, and although she had left Mashpee—the home of her Wampanoag ancestors—at a young age, she always considered it her home.

She leaves behind four children: Douglas, Daisy, Peter, and Debessa Mingo, as well as numerous nephews and nieces. She was preceded in death by siblings Anita, Violet, Rita, Vernon, Abie, Squanto, Naomi, Clinton, and Nickomos. Her marriage ended in divorce.

A private funeral service will be held at the Old Indian Church in Mashpee where Ms. Moore will be buried. Expressions of sympathy may be sent to Daisy Moore at 12901 Saddlebrook Drive, Silver Spring, Md. 20906. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Wamoanoag Indian Council for scholarships for Wampanoag students. 

Daisy P. Moore

1931 ∼ 2017

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