Refugee Aid Worker Reveals Rampant Sexual Harassment, Belligerence, Extreme Demands

"I went in high spirits my first day… Then the first refugees came to my office…"

A female employee of a refugee reception center in Hamburg, Germany is speaking out about the realities of interacting with these so-called asylum seekers on a daily basis. And it doesn't sound too pleasant. As the sexual harassment, belligerence, and extreme demands are constantly aimed at her by the mostly-male refugees, this anonymous worker now sees no other option but to quit her job.

What began as one woman's desire to help her fellow man in peril has turned into a loss of faith in those she believed needed the most help. As it turns out, she has learned their desires are not purely motivated.

Her experiences were published in Germany's Die Welt and translated into English at Pamela Geller's Atlas Shrugged. 

The woman is in her mid-30s and began working at the center just a few short months ago. And though she began her new job with all of the excitement a fresh start is expected to bring, she quickly learned that her goodwill would not be returned by most of those whom she was trying to help.

"I went in high spirits my first day… I then threw myself totally motivated into my work with up to 1,500 refugees who were housed there," the woman tells reporter Sophie Lübbert. "I was responsible for their counseling services as the contact for all social problems of refugees, supporting them in their asylum procedure or securing medical appointments when they needed that."

"Then the first refugees came to my office, where I wanted to stop the counseling services," she added.

It is at that moment she regretted ever taking the job in the first place: "After the first few visits I noted that my very positive and idealistic notion of them and their behavior was clearly different from reality."

Though she makes a valiant effort to keep from stereotyping all refugees, she was left in awe that 90% of those she came in contact with were "rather unpleasant" to deal with. She explains:

First, many of them are extremely demanding. They come to me and demand that I immediately give them an apartment and a fancy car and most also want me to procure them a really good job, and I am supposed to say yes. I’m sitting there and they are indeed in immediate need. And, if I reject them and instead try to explain to them that these demands are not immediately possible to fulfill,  then they are often noisy and sometimes very aggressive. An Afghan has only recently threatened that he would kill himself. And a few Syrians and a group of Afghans have declared that they will go on hunger strike until I help them to move to another place.

Some of the other workers at the reception center have been threatened with violence, including an Arab colleague who was threatened with beheading. She added that the police are at the center each week because of the violent atmosphere.

She said many times when a refugee doesn't get what he wants, he will return days later with different identity documents with a completely new name and information in order to manipulate the system to give into his demands. In other instances, when she has made mandatory doctors appointments, they will simply not show up.

But what she despises the most about the refugees is their unwelcome sexual advances and other aggressive behaviors:

Some of the refugees behave belligerently us towards women. It is well known that it is primarily single men who come to us, about 65 percent or even 70 percent, I would personally vouch that. They are all still young, only around 20, not more than 25 years old.

And part of them do not respect us women. They do not take us seriously at all. If I tell them something or want to give them a statement, then they hardly listen to me. They immediately dismiss us as unimportant and then call for a male colleague. For us women, they often only give us contemptuous or even intrusive glances. Often they whistle aloud afterward, then call out something in a foreign language laughing, which I and most of my colleagues do not understand. This is really very unpleasant. It’s even happened once that they have photographed me with a smartphone. Just like that, without asking, even if one has protested. And finally, As I was going up a steep staircase, the men behind went up the steps behind me and they laughed all the time and – I suspect – talking about me and then shouted at me.

"This happens so often," she said, and is getting worse as just over the last few weeks, more men from North Africa, Morocco, Tunisia and Libya have come to the center.

"They were even more aggressive," she added. "But there is nothing that one can do…its part of the job."

And because one of her female colleagues was followed onto a train and "molested" by some of these young refugees, she has begun to change her appearance to ensure she gives them no encouragement to continue their behavior towards her. She no longer takes the train and drives her car to work. She doesn't look or smile at anyone anymore, preferring to stay in her office as much of the day as she can.

"But what should I do, what would be the alternative then?" she laments. "Just to endure the [stares] and come-ons, it can not be. Of the officials I expect no great help. Neither in this case nor in the other problems that exist with us, neither from the Interior Ministry nor the local Federal Office for Migration and Refugees. If you call these offices they often no longer answer the phone."

So, at the end of her rope, she is left with her only other option -- quit:

I like my colleagues very much, the refugee children also. And I was previously so convinced of the job and of the whole thing in itself – because it is very difficult to admit that this is all just a little different from what you have imagined. And quitting would of course be an admission of this. Meanwhile, I still think concretely about it. Many colleagues also want to give their notice, because they can’t take it anymore, because they cannot bear to see how wrong it is all going here and that they cannot help it. And if I’m honest: I really do not think I can take it anymore.