My Dad: James O’Connell

MY DAD: JAMES O’CONNELL

….and when Peace here does house,

He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,

He comes to brood and sit.

Peace by Gerard Manley Hopkins 

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On the 8 September 2013, my Dad, James O’Connell, died at the age of 87. I miss him sorely.

Dad had an unusual life: he was born in Cork in 1925; he and his brother, Eddie, were orphaned at a young age. He was taught in Gaelic, studied for his PhD in Belgium, became a Catholic priest and worked as both a priest and an academic in Nigeria, spending 20 years altogether in Africa. It was there that he met me and my mother, Rosemary O’Connell.

James, Sanjida, Sheila1977

 

Dad left the priesthood and married my Mum the year he turned 50 and I turned 5. He then went on to have a quite different life. He had three children, Sheila, Deirdre and Patrick, and an outstandingly successful career as the head of the Peace Studies Department at Bradford University. He believed peace to be an academic subject that could be studied rigorously. After his retirement, he continued to work, writing, travelling, lecturing and was the longest serving board member for the British American Security Information Council. To the end of his life Dad was a formidable intellect who never knew where the jam was kept.

 

Dad has influenced me profoundly. He always encouraged my love of the natural world, as well as my writing. Without him my work would not be interwoven with the rhythms and language of Hopkins’ poetry, or incorporate my skewed slant on Catholicism. My third and favourite novel, The Naked Name of Love, is inspired by and dedicated to him. The title I wanted for the book was, The Priest and the Lily.  It’s about a priest who falls in love with a woman who has a small child. It’s set in Outer Mongolia in 1859. Dad’s comment was: ‘I wish you’d write about something  you know about that’s closer to home.’

 

It was Dad I always turned to for guidance on politics and how to deal with difficult people. Now I have no idea what to think about the middle east conflict but I hope I treat others as he taught me to: fairly and, above all, compassionately. My most vivid memories are of him laughing or giving one of his wry smiles that meant, I know I’m right!

 

BASIC Board member, Joanna Spear, wrote of him as a colleague; her words could easily be applied to how he was as a father:

 

He could be tough when necessary but was unfailingly fair and considered. He always had a good story and a sense of mischief about him. He was a gem and we are sad he is gone.

 

Above all, though, I am touched how he brought me up as if I were his own child, making no distinction in his love for me and his own children, and yet he also managed to make me feel special and celebrate my differences. Right from the start he said it was a package deal: my mother and me. He always said that I was very similar to him. I think, thanks to him, I share some of his outlook on life: kindness, I hope, and a certain steely determination. I don’t harbour his enduring desire to eat vanilla ice cream every day of one’s life: that trait is shared with my daughter, and his youngest granddaughter.

 

Obituaries about Dad:

The Guardian

http://www.opendemocracy.net/paul-rogers/james-oconnell-and-peace-studies

http://www.basicint.org/news/2013/james-oconnell

http://www.oxfordresearchgroup.org.uk/publications/middle_east/sad_news_loss_our_friend_professor_james_oconnell

http://www.sma.ie/sma-obituaries/1283-professor-james-o-connell

Bradford University Peace Studies Department

Hackney Gazette

My sister, Sheila, has set up two donation pages in his memory. One is for Water Aid; thanks to Dad’s experience in Africa, he always said, ‘Without water you cannot have life’. The other is for St Joseph’s Hospice, where the staff cared for him with kindness and dignity during the last few days of his life.

www.justgiving.com/jamesmoconnellwateraid

www.justgiving.com/jamesmoconnell

 

 

8 thoughts on “My Dad: James O’Connell

  1. Sanjida, your father was our family friend and a colleague of my late husband John Ballard in both Ibadan and Zaria in th 1960s. He was indeed a fine person, and we are all the poorer without him.

  2. Dear Sanjida,

    It was a couple of weeks ago that my husband Shedrack decided to google search Professor O’Connell and saw his obituary. We are sad that that this great and gentle sage left over a year ago and we did not even know.
    Shedrack’s doctorate was co-supervised by him and Dr Oliver Ramsbotham at the University of Bradford 1993 -1997. We were privilleged to be invited for lunch at your home in Ilkley with our two children and remember your joke about your Dad not being able to tell one end of the iron from another when i let on that Nigerian men do the ironing. Please convey our deepest condolences to your family particularly your mother.
    I remember you worked as a journalist with a magazine (not sure which) and its great to see you are a prolific writer. Shedrack left the University as a Professor and Director of the Centre of Conflict Management and Peace Studies at the University of Jos to join politics. He is presently the Secretary to the Plateau State Government. It will be good if we could get in touch at personal level.

    God bless you all.

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. My email is info at sanjida dot co dot uk (reduces spam to write it in this weird way). Sanjida

      1. Strange! This Sunday morning I listened to Paul Rogers speak about Donald Trump and the outcome of the US elections. Since he works at the University of Bradford, James O’Connell immediately came to mind and I felt James would have been mystified and shocked by events. A few years ago, I could not find his obit. and wondered if he was still alive. James was my mentor in Nigeria in 1970 for 4 years while I worked as a Canadian volunteer at ABU in Zaria. Being Irish, Dublin born, James while still a priest would feed me books from his extensive home library and come back for dinner and question me about the readings. He gave me confidence when I believed my opinions were not worth expressing. He encouraged me to question my beliefs. I knew Rosemary before they started playing tennis and fell in love. I knew you Sanjida as a baby. In fact, many of your beautiful cast off baby clothes came to my baby girl, Emilie. I knew your Dad too. After Nigeria, I kept in touch for some years and kept all their letters but then divorced and somehow got bogged down with getting my life back together again. Once, I traveled back to Ireland via Liverpool and traveled to Bradford to see James and Rosemary in the beautiful old house you grew up in.
        James held a special place in my heart and soul. He was so well-read, so adjusted in his thinking, so concerned for the welfare of others. It was a privilege to have known him. Sorry to have learned of his passing 3 years later. I cried as I looked on his picture.
        Keep up your good work and regards to Rosemary. He loved her dearly.
        Rita Brownen

        1. Dear Rita,

          Thank you so much for your heart-felt comment. We miss him every day – and particularly during these darkened times, I would have loved to hear his thoughts.

          With best wishes, Sanjida

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