VOC – and how people don’t want to learn from history.

Roofstaat: the seven worst crimes of the Netherlands overseas

Not a lot of things make me fearful until a demonstration against migration happened in September. It’s been a month now and I still feel uncomfortable around certain opinions.
During that demonstration some guys thought it was fitting to fly the Dutch East India Company (VOC) flag. For me that flag is synonymous with genoicide commited to the people of my motherland, which is Indonesia.

This flag is paraded around by white nationalists who are openly idolizing the Great Replacement Theory, various anti-Semitic conspiracy theories, and generic hatred towards people of color. They romanticize a time when the Netherlands was an all-powerful colonizer, with many victims. The road to wealth was paved with blood.

And this open expression of hatred, which certain political parties fail to see as a problem, makes me fear for my own safety.

September 2025, anti-immigration protest with white nationalist flag and smoke bombs. Many wore deathmask headcoverings and uttered racist slogans
Dutch East India Company (VOC) flag

It comes at a time when the Dutch side of my family feels comfortable to say that they don’t want their children to play or even mix with brown children. To which my mother (born in Indonesia) remarked that she is also a brown person and as a result we as a family are banned from future birthday parties. I’ve never imagined that our skin colour would be a problem for people I have bloodties with through my dad. And I am so fucking relieved he is dead, and did not have to hear this bullshit.

When hearing people talk about how bad it is to racially mix and the call for pure blood, I think about nazi Germany and the book of Trevor Noah – Born a Crime. I am mixed blood, what is the danger of a person like me existing? People forget that migration has been around for millennia. People from the Caucasus settled in the Netherlands, and we also experienced several Viking and Roman invasions. There are descendants of those. But I guess the big sin is coloured blood intermixing, no issues when it’s white.

With the rise of far-right politicians I feel less comfortable with the dominant populace. Brabant is largely homogeneous, and as a small child you get used to people always making comments about your skin color or customs that are not Dutch. They have no problem with our nasi goreng, but if you even mention anything about Indonesian customs, you have to get lost. Gamelan and a centuries-old traditional dance are reduced to a Mora chicken satay commercial. But that does not make it okay to do this to a part of my culture.

In the 1980s and 1990s, the consequences of colonization were never discussed in schools. Only that the VOC generated great wealth and made the Netherlands a world power was taught. But not who suffered for it.

Those waving the VOC flag won’t be interested in what I’m about to tell you. But it’s my duty as an Indo-European to reflect on some of the crimes committed by the Netherlands overseas.

Roofstaat: the seven worst crimes of the Netherlands overseas
A must read, previously published only in Playboy because other publishers wouldn’t take it.

The conquest of the Banda Islands by the Dutch East India Company (VOC), culminating in the Banda Massacre of 1621, was the gradual military conquest of the Banda Islands by the Dutch East India Company (VOC) from 1609 to 1621. The islands were largely depopulated by fighting, famine, massacres, and deportation. This was done to secure the VOC’s desired monopoly on the spice trade, particularly in nutmeg, mace, and cloves.

Governor-General Jan Pieterszoon Coen decided that English interference and native resistance to Dutch commercial supremacy in the Bandanese archipelago had to be crushed once and for all by depopulating the largest island, Banda Besar (Lontor). The Heeren XVII gave Coen their permission and support for this. This led to the Banda Massacre, in which most of the original population was either killed or enslaved and replaced by African slaves from Madagascar.

Attack on Chinese workers. In addition to the local inhabitants, many foreigners lived on the Indonesian islands: Dutch, Portuguese, English, and Chinese. They were traders and lived in the city or worked as laborers for the Dutch East India Company (VOC). In 1740, unemployed Chinese workers revolted. They had to work extremely hard, but when there was no more work for them due to the sugar crisis, they were mercilessly thrown out onto the streets. Desperate Chinese workers tried to attack Batavia (Jakarta). All sorts of stories circulated in the city about the “Chinese enemy,” and people became afraid of the Chinese living there. A riot broke out. On October 9, VOC soldiers and European and Indo-European residents of Batavia attacked their Chinese fellow citizens. They were forcibly removed from their homes and murdered. In one day, between 5,000 and 10,000 people were killed.

When the Dutch slavery past is discussed, it usually focuses on Suriname and the West Indies. The VOC managed to keep secret that profits from the East Indies were also only possible thanks to the labor of many thousands of captives. It’s still not widely known that the Dutch colonies in Asia also relied on slave labor.
Astonishingly long rows of archive boxes full of documents from the Dutch East India Company (VOC) era have been preserved, and just as astonishingly, scholars in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries copied shelves full of printed books from these archives. All VOC accounts and letters consistently mention African and Asian captives. But superficial research into the Dutch human trafficking trade in Asia has often only included the VOC’s accounts. The Company owned many Asian and African slaves, but many more captives were the private property of European VOC personnel and were therefore not included in the accounts.
The captives came from markets along the east coast of Africa, Madagascar, and Mauritius, along the coasts of India and Malaysia, on Sulawesi, Buton, Bali, and elsewhere in the Indonesian archipelago, all the way to the southern Philippines.
Throughout the colonies, it was openly and clearly evident that society revolved around the labor of captives. It is known that slaves constituted the majority of the population in Paramaribo and the Antilles. Less well-known still is the fact that Batavia (Jakarta), Cape Town, and other VOC cities were also slave societies from their inception.

While I am writing this and telling my mother I am writing this she comments that people won’t like me writing this. Her words: ‘You are telling this to a thick concrete wall because deep down a lot of Dutch know this but do not want to hear it. You need to be careful that you do not get in trouble for this.’
Getting into trouble for writing down historical facts? At a time when people feel comfortable enough to promote the Great Replacement Theory, at a time when people feel comfortable enough to show up at a Halloween party in an SS uniform and hit a woman with a glass who calls him out on his fascism, at a time when people feel comfortable enough to applaud a service in America that, without any justification, drags people of color off the streets and locks them up in an open-air prison camp.

No, I will not be silent. I cannot justify myself for not taking action when I see history repeating itself.

I raise my middle finger towards the expectations we are expected to confirm to.

I walked to a nearby shopping centre so I could mail out some birthday cards. The sun is shining, it’s not that cold for the fall season and I decided to treat myself to soft serve.
Not far from the shopping centre is a park connected by a lake and I make my way towards it. Good time to bask in the sun while contemplating life.

A few months ago I wasn’t in a good place. Circumstances at my work lead to a burnout, and a wish to end my life. I had to sign an NDA, found out a whole department was being made redundant and moral in my team sank to the bottom of The Mariana Trench which lead to more people quitting. I had to pick up the extra work, but I didn’t put the blame on the people that left. I mean why keep working at a place that broke your trust.
The funny thing is that I never heard that I need to take it easy, not even when I expressed that I was sitting behind my computer crying and vomiting. That was because the work kept being done. But when I fell 100% ill, then the words of no rush, you can only do what you can do came out. What a joke.

For work ethic I used to be like my dad. Work hard, never speak against your boss and your rewards will come. I am speaking about this in past tense because I got a fair warning from my GP, psychologist and company doctor that keeping this work ethic up, I will end up in the hospital with a heart attack. And I would joke, at least it wasn’t at 36 like my dad.

But my dad had always worked hard as a nurse. 43 years with the hospital. Had just gone on pre-retirement and before he could even receive his state pension, he died. The years as a nurse had wrecked his body. Destroyed back, knee replacement, arteritis, heart condition, etc. He paid 43 years of workers pensions, even longer state pension and it all went up in smoke when he died. My mother got one pay-out of €32.000 and the rest disappeared in the coffers of the pension insurer and the State. On paper my dad is the ideal worker, pay for possible future benefits and die before even receiving them. The pension insurers and State want more of these good workers, gullible fools that believe the world is fair like my dad.

If my father had known he would leave my mother destitute, he would have been sad and angry. Like I am sad and angry for her now. He has been gone for 8 years now. 8 years of money saved for the institutions. It makes me even more resentful. But at least I’ve opened my eyes sooner, so I could live my life a bit more instead of slaving away for nothing. Because my employer didn’t give an inch of concern that I was struggling to cover the workload that was for more than one person. I was the idiot to believe my hard work would amount to something. Not if you work in corporate and don’t have a sales function.
I went to college with future sales dudes, they are the worst of the people I’ve ever met. I have no respect for them.

Looking at my dad I really wanted to believe the lie that working hard, will give you the rewards that you seek. Me and my husband earn annually than my parents ever did but we get outbid of the market when looking at housing. Sure I could have an early start but I was in two long relationships with bozo’s that actually left me with financial issues. One was more invested in buying Magic the Gathering than put food on the table, the other was guy that was comfortable to let out his racism towards coloured people after 6 years into the relationship. Got to hand it to him, he kept the facade up for way to long. Or maybe Fox News finally blew his brain out and made him think that having one black friend meant you were allowed to use the N-word. I would have moved to the US for him but than I would be stuck in a different shithole.

Not having a house, an awesome paying job and 2 kids had made me feel like I was a failure in life. People fucking expect it from you. When are you going to have kids? Asked at a time I was single and between jobs. Kids cost money, can’t raise them on air. And I wouldn’t have been able to get them because I was then also suffering from endomitriosis which would have made childbirth difficult.
Buying a house, single on minimum wage jobs was a pipe dream in my thirties. I had to move to Northern Ireland because there wasn’t any fucking work here when the stock market crashed. And in Belfast it was impossible for me to even moderately make good savings because I had a bat-shit crazy roommate and moved out to spend 50% of my wages to live on my own. Besides I didn’t feel like become British after they went for Brexit. My passport is actually worth something within the EU. I moved back to the Netherlands.

With a bit of luck I found a partner that wasn’t a douche. But by then, 8 years ago, owning property was already becoming harder and harder. I had my student debt to wipe and he had to recover from being a business owner to transition over to being employed. Did you know hardly anyone wants to hire you when you have had your own business for a while? Because you have been out of the employee loop too long, you might not feel well working under someone. Laughable. So you are condemned to minimum wage jobs in call centres in which it feels that a bullet to the head is a better prospect than dealing with consumers. Utmost respect to people working in retail or server industry, cuz I wanted the ability to pull someone through the receiver and tell them to stop calling me a cunt. The business that you bought stuff from doesn’t want to help you when its going to cost them a lot of money and they will try to shirk that responsibility through their terms and conditions.

I’ve become worn out from dragging on, taking responsibilities that I shouldn’t, giving my 150% to people who don’t really see or appreciate it. I suffer from high blood pressure and insomnia and started to ask myself do I want to end up in a casket? And have missed growing old and finally be able to enjoy myself like my dad had really wanted too. He had made plans, said he was going to visit me often in Belfast with mum. Travel to Indonesia, to the place where mum was born. But he fucking died before this all could happen.

I felt a weight dropping from my shoulders when I finally discussed my concerns with my partner. I can’t do forty or more hours in corporate anymore. I doubt it would be possible to work less, let’s see what they say during my annual evaluation. But I just can’t do it anymore. Financially a house is unreachable, and by accepting this I found more peace in life than I have had in a decade. I don’t feel lost anymore because I found a new hunger to feed, the hunger to create, to get connected to my roots and form my identity.
This fresh wind has given me strenght to walk a path into the unknown. I can do this, and I know my dad would be proud of me.