The dutch ICE
My experience with the Dutch Police and the Vreemdelingenpolitie was one of the worst and most traumatic periods of my life.
As a Black refugee, I repeatedly felt that I was treated differently because of my race and my status as a refugee. Instead of being welcomed by a country that claims to protect people fleeing danger, I felt criminalized from the moment I arrived.
Because I did not have identification documents, I was repeatedly placed in a police cell. I was seeking safety, yet I was treated like a criminal. Those experiences were humiliating, degrading, and left me feeling stripped of my dignity.
My experiences with the Vreemdelingenpolitie were even worse. We were forced to report regularly, and the constant threat of detention or deportation hung over us. Missing a single reporting appointment could have serious consequences. Every visit filled me with fear.
What hurt the most was the way I felt I was treated. As a Black refugee, I came away believing that prejudice and racial bias influenced how I was viewed and spoken to. I felt looked down upon, judged before anyone knew me, and treated as though I did not deserve the same respect and humanity as others. I also experienced what I perceived as derogatory remarks and name-calling, which made me feel even more humiliated and unwelcome.
To me, the way I was treated felt similar to how many people describe their experiences with ICE in the United States. I experienced an atmosphere of fear, suspicion, and constant pressure instead of compassion and fairness.
These experiences destroyed my trust in both institutions. I expected justice, equality, and respect. Instead, I left feeling humiliated, powerless, and convinced that I had not been treated as an equal human being.
This review reflects my personal experience and my honest opinion based on what I lived through.








