I was left to the lions. Banishing “soft,” they taught me survival. Shut your mouth, shut your knees; close your lips, cross your legs, they demanded. Once. Lilith or Eve: how did I fall? Pushed by knowledge or equality? When they think you weak, they don’t see you coming. You laugh, and you conquer.
Maia Brown-Jackson believes in the altruism of strangers, the power of direct action, and the Oxford comma. Her work has taken her everywhere from art galleries and museums to a nonproliferation nonprofit to the Special Inspector General for Afghanistan Reconstruction. In her spare time, she volunteers with the Yazidi NGO, the Yuva Organization for Children’s Rights. Also, she writes.