Ayn Rand on Leftist Smears and Lies Against Her: “I can bear it. It’s not fools I seek to address.”
“People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
There’s a reasonwhy philosopher Ayn Rand loved and adored Rudyard Kipling’s poem entitled ‘If’. The poem is about man’s
unapologetic individualism, intransigent integrity, and absolute refusal to give in to other people’s whims and caprices for the sake of pleasing everybody. For those who read and truly understood Ayn Rand’s philosophy, Kipling’s great, passionate poem speaks of a virtuous man or woman.
Ayn Rand is undoubtedly the most maligned, despised and smeared public icon of the modern era. Mahatma Gandhi offered a good observation of great men who are being subjected to dishonest smear and attack. He said that revolutionaries are first ignored, then laughed at, then attacked—and then they win. The Left’s endless smears, attacks and lies against Ayn Rand simply show that she’s winning.
The great philosopher is no longer among us to defend herself. The truth is always on the side of the rational and virtuous.
When television anchor Mike Wallace interviewed Ayn Rand and asked her what she thought of the attacks against her, she quoted a line from Kipling’s ‘If’– “. . . if you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools…” She then added: “I can bear it. It’s not fools I seek to address.”
David Kelley read Ayn Rand’s favorite poem at her funeral.
” If ” by [Joseph] Rudyard Kipling [1865-1936]
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!