Sandra Day O’Connor and the Hat
My wardrobe gets its day in court
“Now what’s this, young man?” a slightly indignant older woman said as she reached up, grabbed the brim of my fishing hat, and yanked it down over my eyes so that I could barely see my surroundings — the West Conference Room of the United States Supreme Court.
I was due to give a brief talk about something called Pebble Mine that evening in the court at a reception set up by the nonprofit Wild Salmon Center. I had spent the better part of two years touring and lecturing and writing in order to stop what would have been the largest copper and gold mine in North America sited atop the largest salmon spawning ground in the United States. The usual cast of Democrats opposed it from the start. But Republicans fish too (a lot, actually) and there were starting to be rumblings that influential people might step into the campaign and help try to stop the mine before it could start.
Over the course of the campaign I’d grown accustomed to wearing my fishing hat whenever I spoke publicly. Part of it was habit. Part of it was branding — I was the fish writer who lectured wearing a fishing hat. I’d actually considered not wearing my fishing hat at the US Supreme Court — it was the Supreme Court, after all.
