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I have an emotional attachment to the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, or CFPB, and it’s not hard for me to pinpoint where that attachment comes from. Whenever I think of the CPFB and all it does for consumers in Minnesota and across America, I think of my late friend Sharon Tolbert-Glover.
Many knew Sharon as the sparky ex-nun who helped to reopen St. Peter Claver Catholic School in St. Paul’s Rondo neighborhood. Others knew her as a powerful presence in the Twin Cities civil rights community.
I knew her as a mentor and a friend.
Sharon was surviving on about $2,100 a month with her social security and a small pension from her late husband. Her original mortgage was about $1,200 — so things were tight, but manageable. Then, like the start of so many consumer horror stories, Sharon was approached by some slick-talking liars.
Two mortgage refinance salespeople told Sharon they could lower her monthly payments. She trusted them, but after the papers were signed, her payments went up — first to $1,500 per month, and then to $1,900. This left Sharon with just $200 each month for groceries, medicine and health-related costs.
Sharon’s story made me furious. I wanted to help make sure that what happened to her wouldn’t happen to anyone else. I saw the creation of the CFPB as a key part of that.