My father Wayne marched in the Civil Rights Marches in Chicago in the sixties. He’s a poet and writer. I am trying to follow in his footsteps after lupus derailed my career in science.

I have lupus and cannot march due to UV exposure and fatigue. He has trouble walking long distances due to two knee replacements. We both want to march, because we are citizens who are outraged by this attack on our government and on our country.