This is the story of how I was targeted by Dutch secret services, arrested, and wrongfully thrown in pre-trial detention for 13 days, only to be acquitted of sedition (carrying 5 years in prison). Having seen the police dossiers and court documents, I can now explain why it happened.
In late September 2024, I was resting in my parked car in the Netherlands near a sports field when 2 police officers started banging on my windows. They had traced me by triangulating my cell phone signals. They found my car because they already knew what license plate number, make, and model they were looking for: a silver 2011 BMW 1-series.
Moreover, one of these police officers had come down from The Hague. He wasn’t a local policeman. He was on a special mission to find me in the south of the Netherlands, to where I had returned after spending time in Budapest, Hungary.
Arrest without Cause
Earlier that evening, these officers had posed as buyers for my online marketplace sale, but they had failed to show up, so I cancelled on them. I drove away from the meeting point. Their plan had been to keep me waiting. The police were on their way for a surprise arrest!
I had evaded them, unbeknownst, but now they had found me again. I had to show the officers my ID, but they already knew who I was. They carried a printed-out photo of me with them for comparison, after which they claimed I was indeed the man on their wanted list, and they had spotted me. What?
They couldn’t tell me why, except that I had been a wanted man since early 2024. They ordered me to enter their police car. Since I didn’t resist arrest, I wasn’t cuffed. After being processed at the police station, handing over my cell phone, car keys, and wallet, I was put in a solitary holding cell.
Still, no one could tell me why I was being jailed. I vowed, then and there, that this was going to have severe consequences. I told the highest ranking officer present that you can’t just arrest a man for no reason. Oh, they also forgot to hand me the piece of paper explaining my rights to me—I got it three days later, just before meeting with the examining magistrate in The Hague.
Interrogations
But first, I was to be interrogated by two junior public prosecutors. A state-appointed lawyer supported me, since I couldn’t afford one.
One of the prosecutors, the male, sat there wearing his Rammstein t-shirt. This was shortly after Rammstein’s frontman had been accused of rape. Was he trying to relate to me? I hate heavy metal. The other prosecutor, an older female, came across as mentally unstable.
The purpose of their interrogations was solely to try to establish that I was indeed the person who had written a certain online post. The next day, more interrogations ensued. This time, they wanted to establish whether I was the author of a certain TikTok video.
On the third day, I was transported to The Hague by these same interrogators, who continued their interrogation in the car with me. I was handcuffed for an hour-long trip to our political capital. As we entered that city, we crossed under a bridge on a busy street that felt like passing through the gates of hell.
It was in the car that the male prosecutor, riding next to me, wanted to know about what I thought of Russia? “Russia?” I thought. I felt the conversation was getting random. I told him I thought Russia was a nation marked by poverty, and that I wouldn’t know, since I’d never been there, and had no interest in the country. After all, I thought Putin ideologue Dugin was an anti-White idiot. He is.
Aware that I was being recorded in the car (although they hadn’t told me), I rambled about all and nothing, basic chit chat, and told the prosecutor that I had heard of many people speaking Russian in Budapest ... because the older people learned it in high school before the fall of the Soviet Union.
I grew tired of the prosecutor’s weird talk, and at one point, I dismissively smiled without saying anything more. That led to the prosecutor’s violent verbal outburst, “What are you laughing at??” I was laughing at his low-IQ stupidity and his weird choice of topics.
After that, they dropped talking to me about Russia. I hadn’t yet figured out why they would bring up Russia in a conversation with me. A faint suspicion lingered on in my mind. Did they think I was with the Russians?
Meanwhile, my laptop had been retrieved from my still parked car, and my cell phone was to be examined. If I didn’t give up my passwords, they said my devices would be returned to me “in pieces”. This turned out to be an empty threat. I never gave up my passwords, but they eventually returned me my devices (after the court case) with just the SIM card removed and the cameras taped shut. They were fine.
‘Convicted’ by the Examining Magistrate
I arrived at another holding cell, part of The Hague’s courthouse. I met with my lawyer who had now seen the police dossier for the first time. It included wild statements by my brother (who still hates me because I was the first-born and I got a skateboard before he did).
The examining magistrate, to my surprise, effectively convicted me on the spot. She ordered me back to prison for pre-trial detention, with my court date set 10 days later. I was lucky, because such pre-trial detention could easily be extended indefinitely for ongoing investigations.
To motivate her semiofficial conviction of me, the examining magistrate said she had read personal emails that I had sent to my mom 5 years earlier, in which I had written that I had “become very powerful”. I was taken aback by this breach of privacy, but before I could protest, the magistrate ordered me to keep my mouth shut.
What the magistrate didn’t care to learn was this: I had meant that I had become psychologically powerful. I had overcome the consequences of severe emotional neglect as a child. I had overcome selective mutism, my inability to speak in public. I had defeated my life-long depression and decades of recurring suicidal ideation. I had sent my mom a few angry emails about her lack of emotional support for me when I was young. She had been quite a ruthless mother with little to no affection to give.
The examining magistrate, however, took my words as evidence that I was power-hungry. And now I understand why: because there was no case against me. They still had to make one up.
Read more about my cell mate, the prison Chad >
Why I Was Targeted
I was arrested without clear cause because they were still looking for a cause. Today, with 20/20 hindsight vision, and having seen the dossiers and documents, I was able to piece this puzzle together. Officially, I was arrested for two counts:
1) for posting a single reply-tweet on X in November 2022, which was a rhetorical question with a “?” question mark. I had asked about a Green Party politician’s plan to destroy half of Dutch livestock. The reply had not been directed at this politician, but at the podcast account I was replying to, though the politician’s @ handle had been included automatically by X (then Twitter) as part of the conversation thread. My rhetorical question(!) implied that I wanted this politician to stop killing our farm animals. I was, however, accused of threatening and/or planning to murder this politician, carrying a minimum 1 year jail sentence.
And 2), for posting a TikTok video in February 2024, in response to a national survey that said 20% of Dutch people favored overthrowing the state. In that video, I discussed a list of 10 hypothetical demands that the people might rally for, such as offering native White women free housing, or arresting the politicians who pushed for the COVID-era restrictions. This video was branded “a call for violence”, i.e., I was accused of sedition, a crime carrying up to 5 years in prison.
In hindsight, I now know that these counts were pretexts for a conviction, not causes for the arrest. I was being held for other reasons.
The Secret Service’s Hidden Hand
Around the time of Convid, I had started posting videos to TikTok. Since 2019, I had started recording speeches for YouTube. I was trying to become influential like Vertigo Politix, but YouTube geofenced my account and restricted views to barely 80-100 per video. Unable to break out of this shadow ban, I began posting clips to TikTok.
On TikTok, my videos finally found their audience. I started going viral regularly, racking up views up to half a million per video. My activities expanded when I started discussing geopolitical events unfolding around the world. The war with Russia in Ukraine started and I began commenting on it.
Very early on, for example, I warned that White men were going to be sacrificed in the meat grinder, and that Zelenskiy was going to flood Ukraine with African immigrants to replace the men lost. (Fast-forward to 2026: We know that this is exactly what happened.) As so often, my geopolitical analyses turned out to be right. I was often correctly predicting actual policy and how it was going to unfold.
I started talking more broadly about what was going on in the world, such as in Africa. I spoke about how France still controls many a West-African nation under its French financial shadow empire. I spoke about how Europe was planning to fuse with Africa, and how the EU intended to absorb even Central-Asian nations.
And that’s how Dutch and international secret services started taking an interest in me. Not because most of what I said was wrong, but because too much of what I said was right.
You see, I sometimes spoke against the Western anti-Russian narratives. I pointed out that Bucha’s massacre had been committed by Ukraine, not Russia. Or that the “kidnappings” of Ukrainian children by Putin were really relocations of Russian-speaking children, i.e., ordinary refugees. Or that many a Ukrainian refugee that initially arrived at Germany’s borders turned out to be a black African exchange student, not a Ukrainian woman and child.
A Former Intelligence Officer
It was a foundation called Justice for Prosperity, founded in 2020 by a former Dutch secret service employee, Jelle Postma, that had flagged me. This foundation focuses on finding and tracing the sources of online threats. I had been declared a threat because of the popularity of my videos, and because they thought I was getting paid by the Russians.
Indeed, with hindsight clarity, I recognize the “feds” repeatedly commenting during my many TikTok livestreams, asking me whether I had ever been approached by Russians, or whether I had ever taken money from Russians. Or they would accuse me of having done so. All the while, these feds were posting swastikas and pushing me to talk about Hitler, which I didn’t, since I favored Von Bismarck.
These feds were employees of the Dutch secret service, the AIVD, namely of their ‘social media monitoring’ branches such as the Justice for Prosperity foundation, which acts as an intelligence front. It carries the same style and tone of Bellingcat, a NATO front. JfP was founded right at the start of the COVID era to crack down on anti-Western or pro-Russian sentiment.
When I say, “anti-Western or pro-Russian sentiment”, this includes everyone who doesn’t think children can change their birth sex, or anyone who opposes gay marriage, COVID jabs, polyamory, trans drag, or mass immigration. For, apparently, these are “Western values” now. They’re not, but if you disagree, you become an intelligence target.
I became a target for further investigation. By June 2023, it was decided, as per police dossiers, that I needed to be taken out. That’s when the police sent a request to Twitter/X to find out my IP addresses and location data. (X complied without hesitation.)
The secret services then forwarded my case to the regular authorities with the “request to prosecute”. I was ordered to be arrested, so that my phones and computers could be investigated, hoping to find links with Russian propagandists.
Problem is, my phone and laptop uncovered ... absolutely nothing.
Here I was, calling myself The Great Johannes, speaking about complex geopolitical matters in viral TikTok videos, because I had started studying geopolitics in my spare time by reading hundreds of books on the topic.
When it became clear to the magistrates that I hadn’t actually needed a Russian prompter to help write my words, they instantly dropped the Russia angle. Because there was none.
Outcome
The court case was an exercise in defamation. Since there was no case, they had to make me appear guilty in other ways.
The public prosecutor exaggerated and misrepresented my words, often by omission. He claimed, for example, that I wanted to throw brown people out of their houses. He didn’t say that I had said I wanted to give those houses to native women who can’t afford them, and that the “brown people” (not my words!) were criminal asylum seekers.
At one point, my lawyer surprised everyone in the courtroom. He had spoken to my mom (who was present), and she had testified that when I was a teenager, I had taken an IQ test at the school psychologist’s request. He ascertained before the judge that, according to my mom, I had scored an IQ of over 150.
I was acquitted of sedition, but since I had already spent 13 days in pre-trial detention, I was convicted of those 13 days for “insulting and/or threatening a politician”. Of course!
But I was innocent. I am an innocent man who had become the victim of a low-IQ intelligence operation that mistakenly assumed I wasn’t capable of formulating my own words. They suspected “the Russians” had been feeding me my lines, even paying me to perform them, like a puppet on a string.
In reality, I had become a threat to the intelligence community simply because of my ... intelligence.