Dear Editor:
This letter is in response to Steve Komadina’s column in the June 7 edition. First, let me say that I was appalled at what he wrote. The article was obviously written by someone who is possessed of white privilege and, as a Black woman, I was sorely offended. He said nothing is being accomplished by the current protest marches, but he is wrong.

Cities across this great nation are looking at their police departments and revamping them, writing bans on choke holds, etc. This wouldn’t be happening if people hadn’t taken to the streets to protest.

We, as Black people, cannot wait any longer as you would have us do. I do not advocate looting and burning, but I think the peaceful protest marches by tens of thousands of people have had an impact and will continue to do so. You, like many others of your ilk, don’t get it.

We have been treated as second-class citizens for so long, and, rather than things getting better, they have continued to worsen. Black people across the country have been saying “I can’t breathe” for decades, but you would have us continue to wait, hope things change, and continue to witness more of our black and brown brothers and sisters murdered.

Over the years, I have been disrespected and had people try to make me feel less-than. What has been your experience? Have you ever felt as though someone had a knee on your neck?

In the last sentence of your column, you said “…please don’t hurt me.” Well, I think there is a greater likelihood of someone hurting me, because of the color of my skin, than hurting you.

Sherrianne Pierce


Dear Editor:

My friend, Sandy Borgrink, a long-time resident of Corrales, passed away recently. I have known Sandy for more than 40 years. She was kind, stern at times, joyful and very generous.

She loved her golf and everyone close to her. I have grazed cows on her property across from Casa Vieja, but mostly maintained her land as open space. Sandy gave me a cabin that her father built 80 years ago in Vallecito, Colorado, just as I was retiring from work for the Village of Corrales “You need a project, Tony,” she said, suggesting I do something with land I own in Mora.

After much discussion, she and I concurred that I could take this cabin apart, truck it 150 miles, and put it back together in Mora.

Well, with the help of four friends and a strong brother, we moved her cabin to Mora. Three years later and after lots of hard work, my brother, Mark Tafoya, and I put this wonderful gift back together. Sandy came up to see the progress two years ago, and was coming up again this year. But sadly, she won’t see the cabin completed. She was always excited to hear of the progress.

We shared many stories over the years. She always said to me when our visits were over “Be safe. See you, Love.” Now all I can say is “Goodbye, Love for now.”

Tony Tafoya
former Corrales Public Works Director

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