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Of Course, It All Began with Ayn Rand
by
Bart Frazier,
February 2, 2005
Like so many others, Ayn Rand has heavily influenced the
paths that I have chosen in my life. And like most
everyone else, it began with Atlas Shrugged.
I was nineteen when someone gave me a worn, pocket-sized
edition of Atlas Shrugged. Unlike so many
others my age at the time, I was not what some people
might call a lost individual. I certainly felt no need to
find myself. I was a proud leftist.
I paid little attention to politics, current events, or
philosophical debate then. I wasnt dumb and I liked
to read, but I enjoyed novels and literature and found
political science, economics, and their ilk a bore. When
it was handed to me, all I knew of Atlas
Shrugged was that it was a work of fiction that
several people had told me was a great read.
And it was.
It was radically different from the novels I was
accustomed to reading, and the heroes were unlike the
protagonists popular with people my age at the time. You
simply could not understand life if you had not read
Catcher in the Rye, and seen it through the
blue-colored glasses of miserable Holden Caulfield. If
you were not familiar with Death of a
Salesman, the pointlessness of life itself could
not be conveyed to you through pathetic Willy Loman.
The list of my favorites at the time is long. The
over-indulgent characters of Hemingway. The morally vacuous
characters of Fitzgerald and the all-out assault on business of Salingers. The
portrayal of our putrid human nature by Orwell,
Steinbeck, and Huxley. Dont get me wrong
these are great books and I still love them for the great
works they are. But they are not inspiring and they
always draw the picture of a person that the reader would
never want to emulate.
Not so with Atlas Shrugged.
John Galt, Dagney Taggart, Hank Rearden, Francisco
dAnconia these were characters like none
that I had ever encountered in a novel. They were people
that a reader could aspire to be, they celebrated life, and
they were heroes in the truest sense. They were honest
and honorable. They believed in principle instead of
pragmatism. And without my realizing it until the end of
the book, they had me cheering against the government.
At the time, if I had been told that Atlas
Shrugged was a novel about the evil of the state,
I would have declined to read it. But because it was an
exciting read with an intricate plot and a mysterious
protagonist, I couldnt put the book down and ended
up cheering against the government along the way. Many
libertarians forget how radical an idea this is to most
people even today.
Most people conflate the government with society.
Whatever the government does is for societys
benefit. Government officials always act with our benefit
in mind, not their own. Our government is more than a
protector of rights; it is the embodiment of the
country itself. If you criticize the government or
its actions, you are not a true patriot; you are
un-American. As Archie Bunker would say, My
government, right or wrong!
The beauty of Atlas Shrugged is that it
makes the case against government in a solid yet
entertaining way. I flew through the book
couldnt put it down. When I finished, I suddenly felt
that there was more to this whole government thing. Maybe
there was another viewpoint about government that I
wasnt aware of. Was it possible that my
representatives, my representatives, were not
looking out for my best interest? Had Ayn Rand
written anything else? (She had, by the way.)
Atlas Shrugged opened up paths that I had
never considered before. Jefferson, Madison, Washington
these were names that I equated with irrelevance,
not irreverence. Wasnt Thoreau just a crazy old
hermit? Who on earth is Lysander Spooner? This stuff
pertains to economics?
But the biggest question I had was, Am I the only
person who thinks like this? My answer came not
long after finishing Atlas Shrugged. I was
driving past the capitol building in Tallahassee,
Florida, where a small demonstration was going on. And
among the many placards that people were waiving at the
capitol steps was a sign that read, Where is John Galt? I knew then that I was
not alone because I had just found out that for someone
else, it had all begun with Ayn Rand.
Bart Frazier is program director at The Future of Freedom Foundation. Send him email.
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