Illegitimate Daughter of Pastor Bill Adkins of Greater Imani Church, Says Hell is Your Home

Letter to my father Bill Adkins "go to hell"


Illegitimate Daughter of Pastor Bill Adkins of Greater Imani Church, Says Hell is Your Home

We admire this young lady, LaShonda Matlock. We think all children in her situation should do the same. It’s not easy to oust a man of God who has babies with women in the church or those he never intent to marry. There are so many preachers who have several illegitimate children all over the church or all over the world. They never acknowledge them and continue to preach the word of God like they have never done a thing wrong in their lives. They leave a tainted image of the church and the man behind the pulpit; let alone a scarred group of children who struggle with identity issues, low self esteem, abandonment and a broken heart.

So, let’s hear what Lashonda Matlock wrote about her story below:

There are times in life when you need to speak up, voice an opinion or just let it all out. This is one of those moments. I find myself at a crossroad, where the past and the present seem to meet and it is not a place I wish to be. Born in Memphis, Tn the illegitimate daughter of married pastor Bill Adkins, my life was nothing but controversy. I grew up in an upper middle class family that happened to be five blocks from my father’s church. He never visited, but I always knew he was there. At six-years-old I received a cease, and desist order addressed to my mother for me stop trying to communicate with him. At eight, he visited my elementary school but never approached me and merely watched from the shadows. By age ten, I was a figment of my own imagination. I didn’t exist, my last name was a lie and all records of me were buried in a black hole.

I learned to cope due to that I had a wonderful mother and extended family who always made me smile. I never wanted or went without anything even a pair of designer Salvatore Frragamo heels for my thirteenth birthday. I had a good childhood, but the lies kept piling upon one after another.

As I grew older into my teens my face became the exact image of a man I never knew. I met other illegitimate siblings whose story were all the same. Rumors spread and I became a topic at dinner parties and for bored housewives. I never wanted the attention, only to be apart of his life. To have a dad like everyone else and like any child to have a father’s love.

pastor bill matlock of greater imani church

Like any privileged southern girl at seventeen I became a debutante. It was the highest and oldest tradition in Memphis. It was something I had always looked forward to and squealed with joy at the mere thought of wearing that huge white ballgown. At our  debutante orientation brunch I realized how cruel fate was and that this was another chapter in my story.

I can recall the exact moment when I screamed and fear took a hold of my face. The moment where I turned to my mother and begged “I don’t want to do this, please let’s go home.” But my mother was firm and stood her ground. A woman who fought five years in court to earn me my last name from a frivolous paternity suit that stated I was 99.9% his child. A woman who endured the mocking grins, laughter and rage from an affair that produced me. But she had waited seventeen years for this day and dare I say, she even knew it was coming.

My step-mother walked into the room holding the hand of my half-sister, Taihia Adkins. Taihia the same age as me, knew nothing of my existence but at the same time she knew nothing of hers. She was also the daughter of an affair. An act covered up and made to look like an adoption, but that was not the truth. The adoption was due to Bill’s 1st wife lovingly named “Big Tai”could never have kids. I felt sadness looking into her eyes because we were in many ways the exact same.

After a few debutante outings, I felt the courage to tell her who I was. Needless to say, it was a disaster. “I’ve heard about people like you, going around making up these stories,” she said. But it wasn’t a story it was a fact, and I had proof. Three of the debutantes attended the same elementary school as me, and all recalled a man always visiting me, always watching us. Bill even went so far as to throw my class a pizza party in third grade. The was the catalyst due to they all remembered even in greater detail than myself.

Throughout  the months leading up to my debutante cotillion my sister learned of the truth and she hated me for it. My father happily escorted her the night of our cotillion while I was left with a bumbling stepfather. But that is another story. After the cotillion, I’ve never seen my sister to this day.

I did not see Bill again until 2009. I was twenty-nine and had come to accept my situation. Bill and I have a lot of similarities I hear,  from the taste for expensive cognac to the smooth draw of Cuban cigars. And upon one of my visits back to Memphis that is exactly where I met him. Across the street from the Peabody hotel. Smoking a cigar with a glass of cognac in hand . At first I was shocked t see him but I had prepared for this moment my entire life and knew that I would never get this chance again. As he walked around the shop and bought his cigar, my hands began to tremble. Words would not leave my mouth and I was at that moment seven-years-old all over again. As he began to exit the shop I realized my chance was almost gone and I had to do something quick. I started to run towards him, but his armed bodyguard saw me and reached for his gun. I slide to a halt and knew the only thing I could do was yell, so I did. “I forgive you,” I shouted. He nodded. That was my only acknowledgement I have ever received.

As I write this I know people will say I did the right thing. That as a good Christian it is best to forgive and forget. Well, I don’t follow those same beliefs anymore. A child should never have to fight for something they have no control over. A fight where the innocent were shunned and mocked.

Am I bitter, yes. A man of the cloth preaching to his flock how to live and walk the path of God yet having several children outside of marriage and never righting his wrongs is despicable to me. Living day after day full of lies and hiding your past for a manufactured image to appease your followers.  I wonder how does he even live with himself sometimes. But as he claims to walk the path of righteousness yet steadily head in the opposite direction. All I can do is let go and move. That is his road, not mine. I can no more make someone love me or be a father. That part of my life is gone. And I have grieved and suffered.

I know that I am blessed to have a loving and beautiful family that has always encouraged me and supports me and hopefully one day I will get over this and be at peace. Maybe one day I’ll even wake up and the pain will be gone.

But does Bill still preach, yes.

Will I ever be acknowledged, no.

So to a man, who is a stranger and yet my father, I say “Go to hell.”  But, you’re already there, aren’t you.


Pastor Bill Adkins is the founder of Greater Imani Chruch located in Memphis, TN.

This is the entire letter written by LaShonda Matlock.


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One Response to “Illegitimate Daughter of Pastor Bill Adkins of Greater Imani Church, Says Hell is Your Home”

  1. Linda Adkins says:

    I am Linda Adkins. The following letter was written by my husband, Dr. Bill Adkins, on Sep 26, 2013 and sent to our 33 year old daughter, LaShonda Matlock, after he read her letter. For all of these years, LaShonda has had EVERY RIGHT to be known as LaShonda Adkins, and we looked forward to it. But for reasons not known to us, she has chosen not to be known as an Adkins, but as the name of her mother’s husband, “Matlock.” We always respected that. Her father and I are proud of her and proud of the fact that we consistently and diligently took care of LaShonda financially until she was grown. Up until the penning of her letter to her father, we had no idea that LaShonda wished to have anything to do with us. My husband is a good man. On our next anniversary, we will have been married 30 years and I have known LaShonda since before her birth and before I married her father. LaShonda is not my husband’s only child that was born before he and I were married and before he was a Pastor. I speak now because I am the “step mother” LaShonda spoke of in her letter as holding my other step daughter’s hand at the Debutante Mother/Daughter reception. Had I known LaShonda’s feelings, I would have loved to have held her hand too, but as her own birth mother was there with her, I thought it only proper that her Mom enjoy all of the many precious moments with LaShonda on that special day. My husband sent his letter to LaShonda’s personal email and also posted it on her Facebook page many days ago. LaShonda and my husband were both interviewed by a local television station,which was aired a couple of nights ago, and in the interview, LaShonda said, “I lied.” As of today, September 28, 2013 we have not heard from our daughter but would love to do so.


    I read your post and am deeply saddened by your pain. Of course, some things you mentioned were in complete error but that’s okay. How can I help you now? What can I do to help alleviate your pain? There are times in our lives when we think we’re doing the right thing for the right reasons; and then find out it was all wrong. You do have a great mother and I always believed that you had a great life with her and your stepfather. You achieved much and accomplished even more. I actually thought that staying out of your life was best for you. You were a proud Matlock and I did not believe that you needed any extra confusion. I financially supported you for all those years, thinking this was basically what was most needed of me.

    Let me invite you to come to Memphis and allow me the privilege of introducing you to the congregation. I want to do whatever I can to help you end your suffering. I have never denied that you are my daughter. I simply respected your family which seemed to be outstanding in every area and it appeared that I was not needed.

    LaShonda I am in Christ, and most of us have things in our past that do not exemplify our present spiritual condition. I teach this at my church constantly. The sins of my past are just that; sins of my past. Let me help you.
    Give me a call.
    Your Father

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