Most Followed TikTok Creator in the World Khaby Lame Detained by ICE for Overstaying Visa
Most Followed TikTok Creator in the World Khaby Lame Detained by ICE for Overstaying Visa originally appeared on L.A. Mag.
The 25-year-old Senegalese-Italian influencer entered the U.S. on April 30 and departed the country on Friday after being granted a 'voluntary departure' by ICE. According to a statement made to The Guardian by an ICE spokesperson, Lame was held for allegedly overstaying the terms of his visa. Unlike a formal deportation, a voluntary departure allows Lame to return to the U.S. in the future without facing a legal reentry ban. With 162.3 million followers on TikTok, Lame is known for his silent comedy skits, his bio reads 'If u wanna laugh u r in the right place.' In January, he was appointed a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador. Reflecting on his journey, Lame told UNICEF 'from my own experience as a child fearing poverty, struggling to find my passion at school, and losing my job during the COVID-19 pandemic, to finding my place and calling in the world, I know that all children can thrive when they are given a chance and opportunity.' He became an Italian citizen in 2022, during a time of debate within the country over citizenship laws affecting children born in Italy to immigrant parents. As an Italian citizen, Lame was able to be in the U.S. for 90 days before having to apply for a visa.
Shortly after arriving in the U.S., Lame appeared at the 2024 Met Gala in New York City as a guest of BOSS. It remains unclear how he spent the remainder of his time in the country.Lame's detainment occurred amid heightened political tensions surrounding immigration enforcement in the U.S. This week alone, ICE conducted multiple raids, prompting widespread protests against the agency and current immigration policies. As of now, Lame has not made any public statements regarding his detainment. His only recent activity online was a photo shared of himself in São Paulo, Brazil released on Monday via Instagram story.
This story was originally reported by L.A. Mag on Jun 11, 2025, where it first appeared.
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