The following is a transcript of Pauline Hanson’s eviction speech from Celebrity Big Brother 2025. On eviction night, Hanson’s speech was televised to the show’s remaining housemates (author and media personality Anh Do, R&B musician Seal and Olympic gold medallist Cathy Freeman) and millions of viewers across the nation, in what was the most watched and controversial series in the show’s history.
Fellow housemates: if you are seeing me now, it means I have been murdered. Sorry: evicted. Do not let my passing distract you for even a moment; keep your heads and your hearts in the game. It’s been an honour making it this far into ‘Celebrity Big Brother’ and I’m not upset about losing; after all, I’ve made a habit of coming runner-up. (We’ve talked about the seat of Lockyer, but don’t get me started on ‘Dancing with the Stars’. We all know Salvatore and I were robbed during that final freestyle.) And despite my departure, I still consider the past twenty days I’ve spent with you all a great victory, and know I’ve made some lifelong friends.
Because for every snarky word I’ve received in the house, you three – Anh, Seal and Cathy – have stuck by me every step of the way. Not to mention the messages of love and support I’ve received from the outside world. Big Brother may run a tight ship, but not tight enough to prevent Dreamworld patrons from screaming their approval from the peak of the Giant Drop. It’s been heartening to know that you’re all on my side. But I’m a realist; I know that I’ve been unpopular during my time in the house. Having been up for eviction every single week, it’s clear that I’ve made more adversaries than allies.
Once I exit the Big Brother compound, I’ll be back in the real world, where my ex-supporters will be waiting. They’ll accuse me of betraying them. They’ll say that I’ve sold out. No doubt you remember Andrew Bolt calling me a ‘disgrace to the nation’ as he clobbered me with an inflatable palm tree during the first Friday Night Games. (Andrew, I didn’t vote you out for that. I voted for you because you ate the last can of tinned pineapple we’d all agreed to save for Carrie Bickmore’s birthday.)
And who could forget when Alan Jones accused me of ‘betraying common sense’ and practising ‘reverse racism’ against my fellow Anglo-Celtic Australians as we wrestled in sumo suits above a pool of gravy. As I told Alan, I am not a racist; I’m simply patriotic. And then there were those housemates who accused me of being disingenuous, who claimed that my friendships with you, Anh, Seal and Cathy, were all for show. They couldn’t believe that I’d changed. That I’d done a 180. That One Nation was no longer regressive but progressive.
Listen: One Nation’s sudden and unexpected rise to power in 2022 taught me some things. Yes, maybe we shouldn’t have withdrawn from the UN because some foreign aid would have been helpful after the asteroid struck in 2023. Yeah, abolishing multiculturalism seemed like a good idea until I realised ‘being Australian’ was a fluid concept and our dominant culture was founded by a bunch of immigrants anyway. OK, maybe I should have trusted the science before rising sea levels rendered the Opera House the world’s foremost diving destination. And sure, we probably shouldn’t have legalised gun ownership. But I wholeheartedly take the blame for those mistakes.
Whether I like it or not, Australia has changed. In the last decade, we’ve seen the social fabric of this nation changed to favour foreigners, feminists and homosexuals. These people were once my enemies. But it took just one afternoon of sunbaking on the roof with Lee Lin Chin for that to change. ‘You have more in common with those people than you think,’ she said, oiling her stomach as she sculled a margarita. And she was right: I’m not part of a nuclear family, either, and I’ve never had it easy; I was a single parent raising four kids and running a successful business on my own. I’m proud of myself for that.
And so my politics changed. I’ve changed. Is that a crime? Penny Wong put it best when she was sworn in as Prime Minister earlier this year: ‘Nowadays, Australians gather over the sausage sizzle, dim sum and falafel alike.’ You can all doubt me on this, but I agree with Prime Minister Wong. And I haven’t exactly been a poster girl for multiculturalism in the past . . . although it’s obvious now that I was right when I said we were being swamped by Asians.
I was angry that Aussies couldn’t wear the flag with pride. I was upset that you could walk into a bakery and buy a lamington and a banh mi. I was outraged when King William banned Australia Day after revellers torched Triple J. Since Asians, Muslims and what have you swamped our shores, started buying our land and stealing our jobs, the average Aussie Joe was no longer Mike and Paul, but Mohammad and Ping. Who was a citizen? Who was an immigrant? Thanks to the negligence of governments past, I just couldn’t tell anymore! The ghettos we once feared overtook Australian society. There were bustling restaurant precincts serving delicious halal certified food; exciting and profitable cultural festivals every other weekend; and beautiful temples where people engaged in peaceful prayer and denounced extremism. It was all disgusting and I didn’t like it.
But I’m someone who’s always seen problems and solutions in black and white. Sometimes literally. And I’ve always fought for mainstream Australia – that is something I’ll always stand by. And if you look at our nation today, and I hate to say this . . . but mainstream Australia has changed. We’re speaking different languages, eating different foods, wearing different clothes and no one seems to care. No one believes that our livelihoods, lifestyles and even personal safety are at risk because . . . maybe they’re not.
The Big Brother house has taught me some hard truths. The first is that being incarcerated with a group of strangers surrounded by cameras and high levels of security can sometimes be fun. (Sometimes, but not always.) And the second is that perhaps all these years I’ve been wrong. You guys taught me that. So thanks, Anh, a boat person from Vietnam who I was pleasantly surprised could speak English. It’s assimilating Asians like yourself who are the backbone of this nation. To Seal, who comes from Africa, I believe (?), and didn’t give us AIDS: thank you. To Cathy, who taught me about Aboriginal land rights, you promised you’d let me try on that gold medal one day, girlfriend. Thanks to you, Cathy, I’ve discovered that I myself am the descendent of immigrants and it’s me who’s been taking your people’s land. And this has been going on for generations! Who knew!
Big Brother is telling me to wind up, so this is where I leave you and the rest of Australia: as a woman who sticks to her principles, I’ve decided that upon leaving the house this evening, I renounce my property to its original owners. Following that, I will be deported to England. My bags are already packed. I’m going to miss you all, but I need to go back to where I came from . . . again.
These days I’m finding myself more accepting of new concepts. I want to be more open. I want to educate myself before making ill-informed assumptions and sweeping generalisations. I want to listen to other people’s advice and guidance before drawing hardline conclusions. If I don’t understand something, somebody please explain. I’ll miss my time in the house but I look forward to seeing you all on the other side.
Love to you all, your former PM and lifelong friend, Pauline.
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