Dr. William B. Colley
"Black people have become black peoples’ worst enemy, as we self-discriminate without accounting for root causes, root cause analysis, of our situation as a darker people in America. It comes with a great deal of baggage that the United States would rather us carry it on our backs for life than unpack it.”
Key moments that shaped my journey as a writer
Discover the milestones that shaped Dr. William B. Colley's story.
1963 August 28
A Witness to the March on Washington (Before Birth)
I was there in the mist of the Historic march on Washington—for Jobs, freedom, and civil rights for all. Somewhere on the Mall, in front of the Lincoln Memorial. My mother as shared with me some facts about that day — how she and her classmates took the public transportation to the mall — and somewhere in the ruckus and jockeying for position, she had been struck in the belly by a police officer, who she vehemently cursed until she had to flee.
She was around 5 or six months pregnant with me; she had left my order sister “Peaches” home with my grandmother, and she could not afford to get arrested, so she ran: gently consoling her baby boy incubating in her belly, me, Dr. Will Colley. That same struggle still exists, and fortuitously, I am still at the center of it, our cry for liberation, while our only liberation is “Truth”.
1970s
Early Lessons in Identity and Truth
Early in my middle years, I had two culturally conscientious uncles: one told me that Jesus was Black along with many other affluent historical figures who passed for white; the other uncle told me that the one on his right and the one on his left were anarchists, not a thief or a murderer. Both comments have haunted me all my life.
1984-1987
Awakening as a Writer at Virginia Union University
I attended Virginia Union University, a small liberal arts HBCU, where my Caucasian English professor, Dr. Richard Ready, introduced me to the nuances of a book I had previously read as a boy in my grandparents basement library on 19th street, N.E. WDC—‘The Invisible Man’ by Ralph Ellison—where the main character, nameless, black young man, carried a letter of introduction and recommendation (that he was forbidden to open and read himself); he could only pass the letter to White prospects needed to secure employment—it read “…keep this Niger boy running”. After 60 years of running I have decided to sit down, research, write, publish, and speak truth to those who want to relearn, unlearn, and learn about how our world fallacies hide our Truth.
1990, 1995, 1997, 2006
Color me “Father”
My children were born. In bad weather and good weather.
2025 December
Published The Cracker Jar
I shared my first book with the world, ‘The Cracker Jar: The Shattering of a fragile Democracy; the Unearthing of our Souls’.