|I agree James. Let's get back to the real Ayn Rand:|
The young immigrant girl who landed in New York had never ceased to love her new country, with a passionate, near-painful devotion that perhaps only the foreign-born fully understand, and had never ceased to be aware that America had given her life, and hope, and freedom, and the possibility of achieving everything denied to her in Soviet Russia. But Ayn Rand was a trader. She would write that "... the moral symbol of respect for human beings, is the trader. We, who live by our values, not by loot, are traders, both in matter and in spirit. A trader is a man who earns what he gets and does not give or take the undeserved." She was to repay her adopted country for the gifts it offered her. She was to repay it by giveing America its voice.
In Atlas Shrugged, Dagny Taggart would ask John Galt what he had told the inventors, the artists, the industrailists, the scientists, the men of the mind in every field of activity who had joined his strike, leaving behind their work and their lives--what he had told them to convince them to abandon everything and to join him. Galt answers, "I told them they were right....I gave them the pride they did not know they had. I gave them the words to identify it. I gave them that priceless possession which they had missed, had longed for, yet had not known they needed: a moral sanction."
This was to be Ayn's gift to America. A moral sanction. The philosophical demonstration that to live for one's own rational self-interest, to pursue one's own selfish, personal goals, to use one's mind in the service of one's own life and happiness, is the noblest, the most moral of human activities. Speaking of his strikers, Galt would say: "I have given them the weapon they had lacked: the knowledge of their own moral value. They, the great victims who had produced all the wonders of humanity's brief summer...had not discovered the nature of their right. They had known that theirs was the power. I taught them that theirs was the glory." Speaking of the unnamed, unchampioned, beating heart of her new land, Ayn was to say: "Yours is the glory."
--Barbara Branden, THE PASSION OF AYN RAND, pps. 230-231.