Against "Hamilton," Against the American Monomyth

What if the iconic American Horatio Alger bootstrap tale was not actually one defined by grit, tenacity and pluck, but was actually one that depicts a person slowly and steadily acceding to the cultural pressure to worship wealth, social status and power? What if the cherished American story of a poor child or immigrant who rises up from poverty into riches and elite status were not a story of triumph, but one in which the empathetic capacity of the protagonist steadily reduces - as the system within which they are trying to succeed at all costs requires them to become cooler, more insular, less compassionate toward others and further estranged from the nonhuman world - a realm which must be converted from living things into dead matter products, per the rules of the system?