The second wave of worshipers pushes through the heavy doors of Mount Hermon Church. The echo of an organ's final note follows them out into the muggy sun and onto NW Seventh Terrace this morning before Martin Luther King Jr.'s holiday. Charles Wilkenson, standing next to his green truck across the street, runs the back of his hand across his forehead and reaches into the cab. He retrieves T-shirts that picture the civil rights leader flanked by an American flag, drapes the shirts across the door and hood, and hangs a sign from his rearview mirror: $10. He frees a gold cross tangled in the buttons of his cotton dashiki, then offers a newspaper that is neatly folded in half.... More >>>