Desperate for My Daughter: Angela and Bishop Jakes

Angela stands by a tree waiting for Bishop Jakes. When he arrives, her face lights up.


After exchanging pleasantries, the pastor gets down to business. "What in the world was so bad at home that you thought living on the street would be better than living at home?" he asks.

"It's only because my mom, she barely understood me. It seemed like she let men get in between us," Angela replies. "If that's going to happen, then I'd rather not even be in the situation."

"You don't trust her anymore?"

"I don't."


"Come on, let's talk about this a little bit," Bishop Jakes says. "I want to see if I can help you."


They stroll down the sidewalk like old friends. 




"To me, it seems like you had the right goals, you had the right start, but something happened along the way and got you off track," Bishop Jakes observes. "What was the moment that you started veering away from your own goals and dreams?"

"There was an incident that happened when I was about 12 going on 13," Angela says. "I was raped by an older man. He was actually playing mind games with me."

"How did that affect your relationship? It seems like that would have made you closer to your mother. Were you unable to really talk to her about what happened? Were you ashamed?"

"Yes. I was very ashamed of it. She would just bring it up all the time," Angela replies, unable to maintain eye contact with the minister.

"Do you realize how much you lost? You lost a major part of your teen years " wonderful years, should have been fun years, prom nights, getting ready for football games," Bishop Jakes muses. "That's not the way you really wanted things to go."

"It's not. But instead of being at home where I don't feel safe, where I don't feel that anyone understands me, I'm going to go somewhere else," Angela says. 

"Do you think it's too late for you and your mother to get counseling and get back on track again?"

"I can't see myself living with her," she replies. "I love her. I care about her, but I have to have some kind of peace."

Bishop Jakes wants Angela to understand how dire her situation is. "You're 17 years old. You're pregnant out of wedlock. You could have had all types of sexually transmitted diseases. You've been pimped. You've been in prostitution. Your life has been threatened. You've been beaten by bad boyfriends and bad choices," he says grimly. "You aren't doing too well making your own choices. You need some guidance. I'm not talking about abuse. I'm not talking about a military camp, but you need some guidance. You've got the brains to do it. Are you ready for this?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"It's going to be some hard work."

"I know it will, but I'm ready to do anything," Angela says. "I have this baby coming."

"If you change your choices, you'll change your destination. It's not too late for you," the Bishop assures her. He instructs Angela to look into the camera and tell her mother what she wants from her.

Angela takes a deep breath. "Mom, I wish that we could have trust and that we can have better communication. We haven't been mother and daughter. It seems like we've been enemies, and I don't want to be an enemy with my mom. I hope that we can have a better relationship, whether it's just us keeping in contact. I just want to be able to know that my mom can actually protect me and have my back like a mom is supposed to. I love you. I just want a better understanding," she says," her voice breaking. Despondent, she places a hand to her temple as tears stream down her face.