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Dear friends, family, admirers, and citizens of France and the world,

We gather today in sorrow to bid farewell to Brigitte Bardot, affectionately known as B.B., an icon who illuminated the silver screen before she abandoned stardom for a path of unflinching principle. Born in 1934, she burst onto the scene as the epitome of beauty, sensuality, and rebellion in films like And God Created Woman (1956) and Jean-Luc Godard’s Contempt (1963), becoming a global symbol of liberated femininity. Yet she walked away from Hollywood in 1973 to dedicate herself to causes greater than stardom—first to the voiceless animals she championed through her foundation, and later to the preservation of her beloved France itself.

B.B. was many things: model, actress, singer, animal rights champion. But in the end, she was a woman of courage that is rare in the glittering shallows of celebrity. In an era when needy, insecure celebrities virtue-signal their conformity for relevance and awards, fearing cancellation or condemnation, Bardot stood unyielding in her defense of French culture and society against what she saw as existential threats. Her most admirable trait, the one that will define her legacy, was her fearless willingness to speak out about the profound impact of unchecked Muslim immigration on the soul of France.

From the 1990s onward, as France began to collapse under the weight of accelerating demographic and cultural shifts, Bardot decried the Islamization of the country, warning that mass immigration, particularly from Muslim-majority countries, was eroding the nation’s traditions, values, and identity. In letters, interviews, and books such as Un cri dans le silence (A Cry in the Silence, an English translation of which apparently does not exist, likely because no English language publisher will touch it), she highlighted how practices such as ritual animal slaughter during the Muslim celebration of Eid clashed with French norms of animal welfare and secularism. She spoke of an overpopulation of foreigners, especially Muslims, imposing cultural norms that she was unafraid to declare were destroying the country she loved—the France of elegance, liberty, and cultural cohesion.

This passion stemmed from a deep patriotism, a love for the France of her youth: the boulevards of Paris, the beaches of Saint-Tropez, the secular republic born of the Enlightenment. She saw neighborhoods deteriorating, traditions being replaced, and a cowardly reluctance among elites to acknowledge the tensions arising from incompatible cultural clashes. When others whispered in private, Bardot shouted from the rooftops, even when it cost her dearly.

And cost her it did. The progressive establishment, quick to label dissent as bigotry, smeared her relentlessly as racist. French courts convicted her half a dozen times for “inciting racial hatred.” Fines piled up: €5,000 here, €15,000 there, escalating penalties for a woman who dared challenge the multiculturalist orthodoxy. Public ostracism and even death threats followed, and statues modeled after her as Marianne, the symbol of the Republic, were removed from town halls in protest. Yet Bardot never recanted. She apologized only for any unintended hurt, insisting her words were born of love for France, not hatred for individuals.

Bardot paid the ultimate price for her abrasive courage: her reputation in polite society. Self-appointed guardians of tolerance condemned her with a ferocity reserved for heretics. They ignored the reality of her warnings about no-go zones metastasizing in the suburbs, and about rising radicalism, and focused instead on silencing the messenger. But she has been vindicated. Today, as France grapples with debates over immigration, secularism, and national identity, Bardot’s prescience stands out in bolder relief than ever. She was ahead of her time, a Cassandra warning of cultural dilution while others promoted a corrosive multiculturalism.

Her longtime support for the National Front (now known as the Rassemblement National or National Rally), and for political figures like Jean-Marie Pen and his daughter Marine, continues to rankle mainstream critics. Married to Bernard d’Ormale, a former adviser to Le Pen, Bardot saw in the right-wing party the only force willing to prioritize French citizens, culture, and sovereignty. She called Marine Le Pen “the Joan of Arc of the 21st century” and “the only politician with balls” —a fitting tribute from one warrior of conviction to another. In return, Marine Le Pen eulogized Bardot as “an incredibly French, free, indomitable, complete woman.” Jordan Bardella, Marine’s protégé, bid Bardot farewell as “a woman of heart, conviction, and character” and “the embodiment of a French era and a certain idea of bravery and freedom.”

Her bluntness sometimes veered into provocation, and this is the inconvenient truth that is driving mainstream media to diminish her in obituaries with condemnations of her politically incorrect positions. As much as she herself was credited with helping usher in modernity, she blasted modern art, feminism (it “isn’t my thing… I like men,” she declared in her final TV interview), effeminate displays of homosexuality (not homosexuality itself), and the #MeToo movement (“hypocritical, ridiculous, uninteresting”). But these were part and parcel of her passionate refusal to accept declining cultural standards, not bigotry or malice. Her true north was always authenticity.

In her final years at La Madrague in Saint-Tropez, surrounded by rescued animals, Bardot remained defiant and fierce to the end. Even in her last book, published shortly before her passing on December 28, 2025, she decried a France that had grown “dull, sad, submissive.”

France has lost a legend, an indomitable “zeitgeist-force,” at the age of 91. Rest in peace, B.B. May your spirit, courage, and freedom to speak truth to power continue to inspire the France you defended.

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