49 minutes ago, Boydstun said:
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“Your life depends on your mind. . . Accept, as your moral ideal, the task of becoming a man. // Do not say that you’re afraid to trust your mind because you know so little. . . . Live and act within the limits of your knowledge and keep expanding it to the limit of your life. Redeem your mind from the hockshops of authority. . . . Your mind is fallible, but . . . an error made on your own is safer than ten truths accepted on faith, because the first leaves you the means to correct it, but the second destroys your capacity to distinguish truth from error. . . . Accept the fact that any knowledge man acquires is acquired by his own will and effort, and that that is his distinction in the universe, that is his nature, his morality, his glory.” (1975, 1058)
Again and again at this site and indeed overwhelmingly, whether they are agreeing with Rand or disagreeing with her, I’ve seen people at this sight thinking for themselves, as the preceding quotation recommends. They can think for themselves, they love to think for themselves, and they do.
The first thing I want to ask is if “the task of becoming a man” refers to women becoming women also. And if your observation that they can think for themselves refers to the female forum members also. Rand only referred to women in the context of her theory of romantic love. You may say that she meant “man” in the sense of humankind, but she didn’t. She wrote “men,” she said “men.” And she meant “men,” not women. Furthermore, the whole of her writing indicates that she meant “men of the mind,” not those “brutes” who perform menial physical tasks whose methods were invented by others. Work, in Rand’s context, was creative work done by thinking men, not brutes.
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Have you ever looked for the root of production? Take a look at an electric generator and dare tell yourself that it was created by the muscular effort of unthinking brutes.
"The Meaning of Money,” (from a speech by Francisco D’anconia in AS)
Quoted in For the New Intellectual, 89
Productiveness is your acceptance of morality, your recognition of the fact that you choose to live—that productive work is the process by which man’s consciousness controls his existence, a constant process of acquiring knowledge and shaping matter to fit one’s purpose, of translating an idea into physical form, of remaking the earth in the image of one’s values—that all work is creative work if done by a thinking mind, and no work is creative if done by a blank who repeats in uncritical stupor a routine he has learned from others…
“Galt’s Speech,” (from a speech by John Galt in AS)
For the New Intellectual, 130
D’anconia was excellent at insulting and stereotyping his miners who do all the physical labor of extracting the copper. Without his great mind, these “unthinking brutish blanks” would obviously be either extremely poor, or starved to death.
Beyond that, my extensive experience with Objectivists indicates that they are apparently very anxious about taking any non-Objectivist philosophy seriously enough to discuss, lest Rand’s anger be dealt upon them although she is long dead. On my forum (not this one), when a curious lurker asked about the science of pragmatics, he was instantly set upon by a pack of Rand’s own version of the unthinking brute for _ daring _ to ask about Pragmatism in an Objectivist forum. I’m not saying anybody on this forum is Rand’s version of the unthinking brute, but that she was a “witch doctor” who created a new variation on the “Atilla” with whom to surround herself. Perhaps they have evolved over time…
Rand didn’t know about the existence of “strikers” who, like Galt in most of AS, perform brute tasks for a living, but conserve their mental energy for thinking deep, creative thoughts. I once knew, for example, a bricklayer in London who was a master at mathematics. So you never know what those “brutes” may be thinking about while they get their hands dirty so their bosses can wear clean white shirts and dine in the finest restaurants. Some of them, very few perhaps, may be pondering the origins of the cosmos while transporting trash with a wheelbarrow all day. I daresay that Rand didn’t get out of the house enough to find out what humanity is really all about, but preferred to remain comfortably locked inside of her own subjective idea of Man.