William "Bill" Hudson Burman

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December 2, 1949 ~ December 18, 2025

Born in: Tampa, Florida
Resided in: San Antonio, Texas

Bill Burman, a devoted husband, loving father, cherished grandfather, brother, uncle, mentor, and dear friend, entered eternal rest peacefully on December 18, 2025, at the age of 76, in San Antonio, Texas.

William “Bill” Hudson Burman was born in Tampa, Florida, on December 2, 1949, to his loving parents, Rosa Lee (Thompson) Washington and Willie H. Burman.

William’s namesake came from his great-grandfather, the late Reverend William “Billy” Thompson, an activist and Baptist preacher well-known throughout northern Florida.

During his early years, Bill grew up on a farm in rural Monticello, Florida, where he resided with his grandparents, the late Charlie Thompson and the late Queenie Thompson. In Monticello, he attended Elizabeth Elementary School and later Howard Academy. After the accidental death of his younger sister, Linda, Bill’s mother transitioned him to St. Petersburg, Florida, where he would continue his life alongside her and his other siblings. There, he attended Sixteenth Street Junior High School and later graduated from Gibbs Senior High School in 1967.

Bill was a proud Orange and Green Rattler who earned his Bachelor of Science degree in History and Political Science from Florida A&M University (FAMU) in Tallahassee, Florida, in 1971. It was at FAMU that he met his wife and lifelong partner, Norma J. Madison, beginning a journey that would shape the rest of their lives together.

Upon graduation, Bill returned to St. Petersburg, working as a Loan Manager for the Commercial Credit Corporation. Restless for greater challenges, he applied for graduate school in 1972 and arrived in San Antonio, Texas, where he was recruited and awarded the George W. Brackenridge Fellowship in Urban Studies at Trinity University. The program included two years of graduate studies, a master’s thesis, and a nine-month internship in a relevant agency.

Bill and Norma soon made San Antonio their home, where they put down roots, built a strong village of lifelong friends spanning more than 50 years, and created a life marked by love, determination, and a shared commitment to providing the very best for their only child, Olanikki “Nikki” Burman-Carroll.

Bill graduated from Trinity University with a Master of Arts degree in Urban Studies in May 1974. He then joined the City of San Antonio Parks Department and later the City of San Antonio Planning Department. After a distinguished 33-year career as an Urban Planner, Bill retired in 2008.

For more than a decade, Bill also taught as an Evening Division Professor at St. Philip’s College within the Alamo Community College District. He authored and developed a neighborhood planning curriculum with accompanying coursework that was adopted by the Social Sciences Department and approved by the Alamo Community College District Board of Trustees.

Bill’s passion for justice, equity, and community extended far beyond his academic pursuits and professional career. Deeply committed to advancing underserved communities, he faithfully served as Chairman of the Economic Development Committee of the San Antonio Branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP), earning the distinguished title of Economic Development Chairman Emeritus. A Gold Lifetime Member of the NAACP, Bill’s advocacy and love for his community were evident in every project he undertook. As Economic Development Chair, he played a pivotal role in championing the Pittman-Sullivan Walking Trail on the East Side of San Antonio, collaborating with both the Davis-Scott Family YMCA and the City of San Antonio to create a space that would benefit generations to come. His tireless commitment to serving others reflected a life devoted to uplifting his community and making a lasting impact.

Beyond his leadership in civic and advocacy spaces, Bill found great purpose in giving back through community-based organizations that invested in the next generation. Bill served on numerous boards throughout his life, including two proud terms on the Board of Directors of the San Antonio Davis-Scott Branch YMCA, an organization he cherished for its role in shaping healthy, empowered young lives.

While deeply rooted in his community, Bill’s leadership also gained national attention. He was recognized in the May 1992 edition of Black Enterprise magazine and received numerous awards, honors, and accolades throughout his life for his professional and community achievements.

He was also the author of Powder Hill Memorial Gardens Neighborhood Improvement Concept: A Public Interest Report on Eastside Cemeteries, a published work reflecting his dedication to preservation and community advocacy. A copy of his report is archived at the San Antonio Conservation Society Library.

Bill’s commitment to financial literacy, wealth management, and building lasting legacies was matched by his desire to empower others. He was a founder and President of the Spectrum VII Investment Group of San Antonio, a community-based partnership focused on stocks, bonds, and mutual funds. For more than 30 years (1993–2025), he served Spectrum VII with the belief that financial knowledge was about more than numbers; it was a tool to create stability, opportunity, and hope for generations to come. Through his work, he inspired countless people to take control of their financial futures while fostering a sense of community and shared growth.

Bill’s lifelong love for political science and the law inspired him to quietly advocate for legal equity, offering guidance and support to advance opportunities for others. Whether through his professional work, community involvement, or personal mentorship, he sought to lift those around him with humility and integrity.

Bill saw knowledge as his way out, and his way back in, returning it to his community through service and mentorship.

Bill was a member of Resurrection Baptist Church and a devoted husband, father, grandfather, mentor, and friend whose life leaves a lasting legacy of love, service, and empowerment. He cherished the lessons of faith passed down by his mother and grandmother, who taught him the Psalms, and carried those words in his heart throughout his life.

He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Queenie and Charlie Thompson; his mother, Rosa Lee Washington; his father, Willie H. Burman; his sisters, Linda Burman and Dr. Mae O. Clemons; his brother-in-law, Fred Hames; and his nieces, Sharon R. Hames and Michelle Y. Hames.

Bill is survived by his devoted wife of 54 years, Norma J. Burman; his caring daughter and son-in-love, Olanikki “Nikki” Burman-Carroll and Torrey E. Carroll of DeSoto, Texas; his beloved grandchildren, Zachary Hudson Jovaun Carroll and Madison Jennifer Daye Carroll of DeSoto, Texas; his sister, Carrie Hames of St. Petersburg, Florida; his brother, Jerry Burman of St. Petersburg, Florida; and a host of nieces, nephews, great- and grand-nieces, great- and grand-nephews, extended family members, mentees, and cherished friends.

Services

Visitation: Monday, January 5, 2026 10:00 am - 11:00 am

Resurrection Baptist Church
1002 E. Live Oak
Schertz, TX


Funeral Service: Monday, January 5, 2026 11:00 am - 12:00 pm

Resurrection Baptist Church
1002 E. Live Oak
Schertz, TX


Cemetery: Monday, January 5, 2026 12:30 pm

Meadowlawn Memorial Park
5611 E. Houston St.
San Antonio, TX


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  1. To the wife of Bill Burman, my sincere condolences to you my prayers go out to you and your family. I will continue to pray for your strength and that God will comfort you and give you peace in the midst of this difficult time. God bless and keep you as my prayer.🙏🏽🕊️

  2. Bill Burman was a well informed brutha with whom I enjoyed many conversations where we solved problems of the world. I met Bill while he was a student at Trinity Univ. He was a student studying for his Masters degree in the Urban Studies Department chaired by the infamous Earl Lewis PhD. I was on staff at the Landa Library and was able to assist Bill in his research of required material. Above all Bill was a thinking Blackman and we could tackle any subject anytime and were in agreement more often than night. With the absence of Bill Burman, this world will be far left wanting. Rest peacefully my friend

  3. To the William Burman Family. It was a pleasure knowing Mr Burman he was so humble and kind easy to please with my old fashion T-Cakes. Without a doubt he would eat some of the cake but always made great comments about when he had them at an early age from him mom. He never complained on his health but was always calm as he was eager to say a good thing on a voting comment I made but was sure we would find out later the outcome. When he was honored at the YMCA he remained humble as he was introduced and as he received his reward. A good man A kind man and one of God’s choice servant. We ll see him again around Gods throne. Rest well Mr Burman you’ve earned your respect. See you on the other side. Respectfully yours Hannah.

  4. I met Bill in January 1973 when I arrived at Trinity University. Bill started at the beginning of the September semester and I didn’t start until the beginning of the January semester. They were only five Black students in the Urban Studies Graduate Program and one in the Hospital Administration Program for a total of six Blacks in the entire graduate school program at that time. It was not possible to for us to hide. Keep in mind that men don’t mature until they reach their late 20’s and we were in our early 20’s at the time. One of the five (Lee Johnson), came to an evening class, took off his hat, and it was obvious that his hair had been recently braided. The problem was that his hair was very short. Bill wrote a note and gave it to me to pass to Lee. Of course, I read it before I passed it on. It read, what happened to your hair? Lee responded and gave me the note to pass back to Bill. Of course, I read the note which said, “ I got my hair braided”. I added to the note before passing it back to Bill. I wrote, “ they don’t look like braids. They look more like mice nipples”. When Bill laughs really hard, he screams and then starts to laugh loud. Bill blurted out too loud screams, buried his head in his hand and burst into obvious laughter. He had the attention of the entire class and the instructor. The problem was, he couldn’t stop. He continued to laugh and scream until he decided to get up and leave the classroom. The instructor looked puzzled and continued with the lecture.

  5. Mr. William “Bill” Burman was and is, an extraordinary man. By my recollection, we met and became instant friends. He and Andrew Cameron, were principal reasons why I became interested in Urban Planning. I could not afford to go to Trinity University to study under Dr. Earl Lewis, I chose instead to enroll at UTSA and acquire Master’s in Environmental Management with a concentration in Urban Studies. My good friend Bill provided the important light for me. We were both fortunate to become Evening Division instructors in Sociology at St. Philip’s College for many years. Words cannot convey what an honor it was to be around Bill in the many conversations in Urban Planning and one of his fondest interests…..Investments and building a portfolio of monetary resources. I have indeed learned a lot from my dear friend Bill. Through his and Drew’s vision regarding embracing change in communities, I have internalized community change as one of many challenges necessary to harness positive growth in underserved communities.

  6. I first met Bill in 1982, while I was in the second year of the Urban Studies program at Trinity University. I believe he was invited by Dr. Earl Lewis to share his experiences as a student, as well as an Urban Planner. I enjoyed his presentation because I found him to be both very knowledgeable and funny. Once I graduated in the summer of 1983, I moved away to San Antonio and spent 6 months in Brooklyn and Trinidad.

    In early 1984, I returned to San Antonio and eagerly began to search for a job. I was encouraged to meet with someone in the planning department. This was not for any specific opportunity, but more of an information-gathering expedition. After the meeting, as I was leaving the building, I ran into Bill. I thought it was accidental until Bill told me otherwise. He saw me in the building and planned to meet me when I was outside.

    What Bill said to me was direct and sobering. “These people will never hire you…they are very racist…you are black, and you shave your head…they are not ready for you… I don’t want to see you waste your time…you have to look for a job outside of San Antonio.” I wasn’t upset with what Bill had shared, because I know he did it with good intentions. Besides, I already had my suspicions. So I decided then to extend my job search to Austin, where I found a job in the City of Austin that year.

    Sometime in the mid 90s, and several years after I opened Bydee Art Gallery on Sixth Street in Austin, Bill walked through the doors. He was excited and looked in amazement at the variety of things I had on display. He had a big smile plastered on his face as I told him my journey from being a student of Urban Studies to becoming an artist and gallery owner. He listened intently, only interrupting to giggle and request clarification. It was a great occasion and celebration for both of us.

    Although we never spoke about the conversation we had many years ago back in San Antonio, it was on my mind. And I believe it was on his too.

    I must say that I will give credit to Bill for helping me to expand my horizons.

    Rest in external peace my friend.

    Sincerely,
    Brian Bydeeman Joseph

  7. Mr. Bill was a good man and a greater friend. Thank God that our paths crossed. Rest in love
    William Hudson Burman.

  8. Condolences to the Burman family. Thank for sharing Bill with us. He was truly a great man.
    From Frank Dunn & Family

  9. Bill was a dear friend to our family, particularly my father, Richard, and my brother, Steven. Bill was a kind soul with a big heart and a beautiful smile. He shared many traditions with my dad and my brother, and after each of their passings, helped keep their memories alive. He was a good man and will be missed dearly.

    With love from Sara (Higby) Taylor, Pamela Higby, and Family.

  10. To the Burman Family, condolences from William and Nollie Price. May God give you peace and comfort.

  11. To the Burman Family, condolences from William and Nollie Price. May God give you peace and comfort.

  12. Sister Norma & Family,
    Our most sincere sympathy to you at this difficult time. Sending prayers of strength and peace for you all.
    God Bless,
    April & Gerald Torrey
    San Antonio, TX 78278

    • Ron Bicklein
      January 4, 2026

      As with most, I’ve had many acquaintances, but Bill was a true friend. Our friendship grew over the years through a shared love of history and concerns about inequality and injustice.
      During these so many years of increased incivility and division, in frustration I would call Bill and he would listen to my bit of venting, add his own take on presented matters, and in the process calm my troubled spirit. Of course there were times when Bill would initiate the call and our roles would be somewhat reversed.
      Yes, I will indeed miss those cherished conversations. I will indeed miss my friend. And while his spirit has entered that realm beyond human understanding, he is still my friend, and will be my friend until I too take my last earthly breath. And then? Hopefully as I also enter that realm of the beyond, our spirits will once again mingle in fellowship.

  13. A Letter To My Father

    Dear Daddy,

    I will always be Daddy’s girl at heart. If you looked up that phrase in the dictionary, I’m convinced you’d see a picture of you and me right there beside it.

    In every stage and season of my life, I knew, without question, that you were always there for me, steadfast, guiding, unwavering. Even as a little girl, I felt your presence and protection in every moment. From helping me move into and out of college and graduate school, to setting up my first apartments, to walking me down the aisle, you were always there … your love and presence a steady thread through every chapter of my life. When I had my first real heartbreak in college and the world felt like it was falling apart, we spent hours on the phone. You offered wisdom, patience, and steady love. When I was wrong or didn’t make the smartest choices, you were always there. Our late-night conversations that stretched on for hours, right up until this very day, you were there. As a kind and gentle grandfather and “Papa”, you were there. As a wise and upstanding father-in-love, you were there.

    You once vowed to me that you would be present in my life because your own father wasn’t, and you kept that promise every day of your life. You broke a cycle and replaced it with consistency, love, and unwavering devotion to me. That alone is a legacy.

    You were a deep thinker, an avid reader, a lover of history, knowledge, service, justice, and the law. You cared deeply about understanding the world and fighting for what was right, even when it was uncomfortable or hard. That love for truth and advocacy shaped how I see the world, how I speak up, and how I stand for others. You didn’t just believe in justice, you lived it through service, community involvement, and giving back in ways that reshaped communities and people’s lives.

    Your life began so humbly, from that small shotgun house captured in the portrait on our fireplace, a quiet reminder of where you started. There was tragedy, heartbreak, and loss along the way, but you persevered. You rose with dignity and determination and left behind something far greater than material success: a legacy of resilience and compassion.

    You loved old Westerns and classic films, stories of grit, honor, and standing your ground. They reflected who you are: a man of principle, whose strength was never loud, but always steady. Even as a little girl, I admired that quiet strength, feeling its steady reassurance in my own life.

    Time has revealed something beautiful to me: my father became my friend. And as time has gone on, I’ve come to see the human behind the man and the warmth behind the resilience. You taught me that even the strongest hearts have soft places, and that true courage is rooted in kindness.

    I am so proud of you, Dad. Thank you for everything. I love you more than words could ever hold. I find deep peace in knowing that nothing was left unsaid between us.

    I held your hand as a little girl, and it was the greatest privilege of my life to walk alongside you and hold your hand again through your sickness. That circle of love is something I will carry with me always. I know where you are going, and while my heart aches here, my soul understands that this is not an ending. Love doesn’t die or disappear; it carries on. You are simply going ahead, surrounded by peace and held by grace. Until we meet again, I will carry you with me in my service, in my voice, in the way I love, and in the way I show up for others, just as you always did for me.

    My Closing Prayer
    Lord, Thank You for the gift of my father. For the life he lived, the love he gave so freely, and the legacy he leaves behind. Surround him now with Your peace. Ease his pain, calm his spirit, and hold him gently as he rests in Your presence. Give our family comfort, strength, and reassurance as we release him into Your care. May he know how deeply he is loved, and may Your grace carry him home. Amen.

    I love you forever, Daddy.

  14. A tribute and honor to a mentor and great friend, William “Bill” Hudson Burman.

    Bill as I called him was the name he introduced himself sometime between 1988 and 1990 when I began an internship with the San Antonio Texas Department of Planning. Bill was extremely candid about his experience as a planner in the Planning Department. Billed spoke of his experience as systematically biased and categorically intentionally racist. And Bill’s candidness prepared me for the challenges I would experience with the City of San Antonio in the Metropolitan Health District. And beyond in all my professional career. Because of Bill as a mentor, I was privileged to walk in the presence and sit in the space of a rigorous professional.

    In the Preamble to the Declaration of Independence of these United States of America, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.” Bill clearly understood that those words were not intended for our many ancestors or a Black person in life nor in death. Bill knew those rights had to be achieved and secured through his efforts, with humility, and integrity. And yes, “Bill saw knowledge as his way out, and his way back in, returning it to his community through service and mentorship.”

    Bill was the friend the Apostle John spoke of in the holy scripture, St. John 15:13 – Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. Bill allowed and gave all of himself to be apart, a member, of the whole community – his community for its wellness, improvement, and the growth for all.

    In memory and with profound respect,

    Walter Bernard Brown
    Moncks Corner, South Carolina


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