The Amir Ibrahim Story - Update

The Ibrahim family was under custody of the government. A so-called family guardian, which actually is more of a guard, told Kadija what school to send the children to, which clothes to buy them, what clubs to join, and even what food to give them. Father didn't agree with the interference and took a lawyer. That was when they lived in Alphen aan de Rijn.
The justice department made her choose: ''if you stay with your husband you can't see your children anymore''. Listen to this interview: 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Camdl6OUtuo

Mother 'chose' her children and was moved to Maastricht. But she kept a good relationship with her husband. Not only this, she also kept demanding the best for her children and asked critical questions. That's not the idea of good assimilation in the Netherlands. The family guard explicitly threatened Kadija with UHP (Out of Home Placement of the children) if she didn't comply.

And this is what happens when the police execute a UHP (see clip). The screams of terror you hear in this video are a mother and her children getting separated by force. Culemborg, The Netherlands. These immigrant children are arrested by the Police + Youthcare Bureau, deported to christian institutions or foster homes.

Kadija became afraid. The children were afraid. One morning Kadija was taking out paper to the recycling station. The container was loaded, so she put the box next to it. Ten seconds later the neighborhood police watch tapped her on the shoulder and gave her a ticket of 100 dollars for littering.

This kind of aggression had become common. From the police and the neighborhood. Kadija went to the police station one day, to file charges against some guys who attacked Amir and destroyed his coat. The police did nothing. Having fled from a war in Somalia, mother took it as a given that in the Netherlands she would get equal treatment for her children.

This is the country, however, that was slapped on the wrist by the UN several times for locking up refugee children during the asylum procedure. The police works with quota, meaning it must arrest a minimum number of people each year. Just a few moths ago, the Statistics Bureau calculated that in the last ten years 30.000 people have been unjustly incarcerated in this country. As we speak, we have more people in jail on preventive arrest than people convicted of a crime. Another statistic: the Dutch police tap more phones in a day (around 2000), than the US in a year.

When the Netherlands ruled the world, they were used to telling the inhabitants of the colonies what to eat, what to earn, where to sit and where to stand. Let's be honest, Apartheid is a Dutch word. Holland probably never anticipated the people of the colonies, let alone refugees from far away countries, knocking on the door in the lowlands one day. The myth that we are a tolerant nation can definitively be described as: busted. That the famous Dutch national soccer team is multi-colored, is totally unrepresentative for society as a whole. African immigrants are mostly seen as cleaners and garbage collectors. Eastern European immigrants are tolerated as helping hands in construction.

In a shocking report, the Youthcare Bureau degraded Rahima and Amir to an IQ of 65, put them on so-called special schools. Father was established some kind of a barbarian from Africa. This family was game, and everybody could take a shot, in a system where government promotes citizens to anonymously call in accusations about other citizens.

A seemingly meaningless little number in the police file gave away what really happened that Friday afternoon the 30th of November 2007. It's the HKS number and the police use it to categorize the kind of incident. HKS number 412: FIGHTING. That was the code word  for the police to mobilize. Someone in the neighborhood accused Amir of kicking and beating. Rahima of stealing. But we also read that mother bought her son shoes 6 sizes too big. It was dirty slander. This was the most loving family one could imagine.

Who made the call really doesn’t matter that much. The system decided this family had to go. Around 16:00 pm, Rahima and Amir bought some candy at the Spar Market. After that they walked into the Seringenstraat to a girl Rahima knew. Around that time the police came around the corner.  Amir started running.  A  person of color running is enough for the police to get all pumped up. Guilty as charged! 

Via the Ringovenweg Amir ran towards the Tongerseweg, as a reconstruction shows. He crossed it, ran another 200 yards and was gunned down close to the Theresia church. The child  most likely was moved to the inner square of Nightclub Backstage, where they put him in a plain car, then he was driven to the hospital.

Even before Kadija reported Amir missing, she called her (ex-)husband. He calmed her down and convinced her to immediately contact the Somali community. Soon after, a Somali friend came over to her house. He became a witness of the cover-up. Two officers held Kadija hostage in her own house that Friday night, she had to give up her mobile phone. Contacts with the outside world were cut off.

Well after midnight, a car stopped, two detectives entered the house to take Rahima with them. Mother refused. They tore Rahima out of Kadija's arms and virtually threw her in the car. From this point, Kadija and her husband were treated like suspects. They tried to let Rahima accuse her parents of abuse.

At 2 am, the police knocked at the door of the father's house in Alphen aan de Rijn, near Rotterdam, to interrogate him. But he was at a friend's house.  Saturday two vice detectives interrogated Kadija. A DNA swab was taken, the line of questioning was highly suggestive towards child abuse. If this strategy had worked, the death of Amir could easily have been labeled as another 'family tragedy', of which this country statistically has far too many.

Because the Somali community got involved so quick, there was no chance that was going to work. Even worse for the police, mother spelled it out herself during this interrogation, ''I think my son is murdered''. At 2:30 pm the interview ended. Here, things almost unraveled. The plan to shove this murder back to the family failed, so they were stuck in a dire situation: a missing child that wasn't missing, but secretly lying in the hospital morgue. And a growing number of people witnessing the cover-up.

This situation called for an acute response. 2:30 pm was also  the time the police came up with the definitive cover-up story line: ''a child is  found under a car in a garage in Eijsden''.  
By  Carla Aquarius 
to be continued...

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