I owe everything to the police in the small, artificially-constructed island of Ijburg, just outside of Amsterdam! The two years that I spent in Amsterdam were dark years for me; I was living in sin, partying heavily, and wantonly disobeying city hall regulations.
Here in the Netherlands, foreign nationals are supposed to go to their local city hall to register within 3 days of moving into an apartment, and although my mom is a Dutch citizen and I have legal status under her here in the European Union, anyone can be deported for disobeying this ordinance.
When I was pulled over on my bicycle outside of the Albert Heijn supermarket late one October night in 2013, I expected to just get a fine. But I had forgotten my ID, and since I was born in the Dominican Republic, this meant that the officer who pulled me over had to presume that I was an illegal Dominican and that there were more in my apartment.
The officer was kind enough to not give me a fine -- and I'm forever grateful because my financial situation at-the-time meant that I was spending most of my money on beer and was nearly broke -- but he didn't remind me to register at city hall.
Within a week, the foreign police came by my house knocking, looking for illegal Dominicans. They put me in the back of a van and fingerprinted me before putting me into a fishbowl for an hour. Then I was given a letter telling me that I had to go back to Spain for 3 months.
It was one of the most embarrassing afternoons of my life, but at the end of the day I had simply been given one of the most powerful documents on the planet. My mom is a Dutch citizen, I'm not a Spanish citizen, I was the victim of a racially-motivated attack in Spain before leaving, and I was not in the Netherlands illegally when I was given that deportation order.
Since the Netherlands is home to the International Criminal Court, I don't see how anyone could argue that another country is breaking the law for doing the exact same as the Netherlands did to me: deporting the non-illegal son of a citizen to a country where the deportee does not hold citizenship and has been the victim of a prior attack motivated by his ethnicity.
It happened to me and because it happened to me I have the power to make it legal by simply defending it and saying it was the right thing.
Although it was painful for me to deal with what happened, the month before, in September of 2013, the Dominican Republic's Constitutional Tribunal had issued Sentence 168-13, declaring that anyone born on Dominican soil to non-citizens all the way back to 1929 was not a Dominican national.
After 168-13, the DR was heavily maligned, but what had happened to me in the home of the International Criminal Court was worse, since I came here at 24 and was told that I could not have a residence permit because my diabetic mother did not have a job making 1500 euros a month, a requirement not mentioned on the government's immigration website and which I unfortunately wish I had known before I made the decision of coming here.
I was a heavy drinker and an atheist up until Trump won, but I just knew he was going to win. Something just gave me the power to stop drinking, and Trump's victory happened exactly as I learned it would happen in the fishbowl of the Dutch immigration police.
Yes, I, an atheist, had a revelation about the future inside of a deportation cell. I was fully sober when the foreign police picked me up in my underwear, I had just woken up, so I attributed the revelation to a small arachnoid cyst in my left temporal lobe, the God region of the brain, and the intense stress of being incarcerated and not knowing what fate awaited me. It was the first and only revelation I've had, and up until Trump won I saw it as nothing more than a pre-epileptic attack.
|She gave Trump the job. VCM|
During this revelation, or temporal lobe stress overload, the Virgin of La Altagracia appeared before me and told me that I had just made a blood covenant with the King of the Netherlands, and that I had gained some of his power: to restore not just the DR and America, but also the land of Israel.
I had a cut in my hand when I was fingerprinted; there is blood on that document.
When I was a student at Yale University, I had a website which Alex Jones discovered. The man who put Trump into power came looking for me in 2008, and I shed blood one month after the decision was made to save the Dominican Republic from becoming a voodoo-majority nation.
I can no longer say that I'm an atheist, and as a man of science I have to accept that I was born with that pressure in the God region of my brain, and that because I was born with it, I was born to have the revelation.
I can't say whether I have accepted the revelation as anything more than mild epileptic stress, but I have accepted the blood and the power of the document.
I believe Trump was the man sent to end the war and build the Third Temple.