Milo hadn't mentioned any family. I made a note to follow up on that.
The final item: four years ago, in San Francisco, a group calling itself the Secular Humanist Infantry had granted Mate its highest award, the Heretic. Prior to the ceremony, a syringe Mate had used on a recent 'travel venture' had been auctioned off for two hundred dollars, only to be confiscated immediately by an undercover police officer citing violation of state health regulations. Commotion and protest as the cop dropped the needle into an evidence bag and exited. During his acceptance speech, Mate donated his windbreaker as a consolation prize and termed the officer a 'mental gnat with all the morals of a rota virus.'
The name of the winning bidder caught my eye.
Alice Zoghbie. Treasurer of the Secular Humanist Infantry, now president of the Socrates Club. The same woman who'd leased the death van and left that day for Amsterdam.
I ran a search on the club, found the home page, topped by a logo of the Greek philosopher's sculpted head surrounded by a wreath that I assumed was hemlock. As Milo'd said, headquarters on Glenmont Circle in Glendale, California.
The Socrates mission statement emphasized the 'personal ownership of life, unfettered by the outmoded and barbaric conventions foisted upon society by organized religion.' Signed, Alice Zoghbie, MPA. A hundred-dollar fee entitled the fortunate to notification of events and all other benefits of membership. AMEX, VISA, MC, and DISC accepted.
Zoghbie's master's in public administration didn't tell me much about her professional background. Searching her name produced a long article in The San Jose Mercury News that filled in the blanks.
Entitled 'Right-to-Die Group's Leader's Comments Cause Controversy,' the piece described Zoghbie as fiftyish, pencil-thin and tall. The former hospital personnel director is now engaged full-time running the Socrates Club, an organization devoted to legalizing assisted suicide. Until recently, members have maintained a low profile, concentrating upon filing friend-of-court briefs in right-to-die cases. However, recent remarks by Zoghbie at last Sunday's brunch at the Western Sun Inn here in San Jose have cast the club into the limelight and raised questions about its true goals.
During the meeting, attended by an estimated fifty people, Zoghbie delivered a speech calling for the 'humane dispatch of patients with Alzheimer's disease and other types of 'thought impairment,' ' as well as disabled children and others who are legally incapable of making 'the decision they'd clearly form if they were in their right minds.'
'I worked at a hospital for twenty years,' the tan, white-haired woman said, 'and I witnessed firsthand the abuses that took place in the name of treatment. Real compassion isn't creating vegetables. Real compassion is scientists putting their heads together to create a measurement scale that would quantify suffering. Those who score above a predetermined criterion could then be helped in a timely manner even if they lacked the capacity to liberate themselves.'
Reaction to Zoghbie's proposal by local religious leaders was swift and negative. Catholic Bishop Ar-mand Rodriguez termed the plan 'a call to genocide,' and Dr. Archie Van Sandt of the Mount Zion Baptist Church accused Zoghbie of being 'an instrument of cancerous secularism.' Rabbi Eugene Brandner of Temple Emanu-El said that Zoghbie's ideas were 'certainly not in line with Jewish thought at any point along the spectrum.'
An unattributed statement by the Socrates Club issued two days later attempted to qualify Zoghbie's remarks, terming them 'an impetus to discussion rather than a policy statement.'
Dr. J. Randolph Smith, director of the Western Medical Association's Committee on Medical Ethics, viewed the disavowal with some skepticism. 'A simple reading of the transcript shows this was a perfectly clear expression of philosophy and intent. The slippery slope yawns before us, and groups such as the Socrates Club seem intent on shoving us down into the abyss of amorality. Given further acceptance of views such as Ms. Zoghbie's, it's only a matter of time before the legalization of murder of those who say they want to die gives way to the murder of those who have never asked to die, as is now the case in the Netherlands.'
I logged off, called Milo at the station. A young man answered his phone, asked me who I was with some suspicion and put me on hold.
A few seconds later, Milo said, 'Hi.'
'New secretary?'
'Detective Stephen Korn. One of my little helpers. What's up?'
'Got some stuff for you, but nothing profound.' Got a resolved ethical issue, too, but I'll save that for later.
'What kind of stuff?' he said.
'Mostly biography and the expected controversy, but Alice Zoghbie's name came up-'
'Alice Zoghbie just called me,' he said. 'Back in L.A. and willing to talk.'
'Thought she wasn't due for two days.'
'She cut her trip short. Distraught about Mate.'
'Delayed grief reaction?' I said. 'Mate's been dead for a week.'
'She claims she didn't hear about it till yesterday. Was up in Nepal somewhere-climbing mountains, the Amsterdam thing was the tail end of her trip, big confab of death freaks from all over the world. Not the place to choke on your chicken salad, huh? Anyway, Zoghbie says she had no access to news in Nepal, got to Amsterdam three days ago, her hosts met her at the airport and gave her the news. She slept over one day, booked a return flight.'
'So she arrived two days ago,' I said. 'Still a bit of delay before she called you. Giving herself time to think?'
'Composing herself. Her quote.'
'When are you meeting her? '
'Three hours at her place.' He recited the Glenmont address.
'Socrates Club headquarters,' I said. 'Found their website. Hundred bucks to join, credit-card friendly. Wonder how many of her bills that pays.'
'You don't trust this lady's intentions?'
'Her views don't inspire trust. She thinks senile old folks and handicapped kids should be put out of their misery, whether they want to be or not. Got the quotes for you-part of today's work product. Along with assorted other goodies, including some other death-freak stuff and more weirdness.'
I told him about Roger Sharveneau and the other hospital ghouls, finished with Zero Tollrance's exhibition.
'Cute,' he said. 'The art world's always been a warm and fuzzy place.'
'One thing about Tollrance I found particularly interesting: he posed Mate in The Anatomy Lesson as wielding the scalpel and getting flayed.'
'So?'
'It implies a certain ambivalence-wanting to play doctor on the doctor.'
'You're saying I should take this guy seriously?'
'Might be interesting to talk to him.'
'Tollrance, like that's a real name… Denver… I'll see what I can find.'
'How far down the family list have your little helpers gotten?' I said.
'All the way down in terms of locating phone numbers and first attempts at contact,' he said. 'They've talked to about half the sample. Everyone loves Mate.'
Not everyone. 'Want me to come along to meet Alice inDeathland?'
'Sure,' he said. 'Look how cruel life can be. Climbing mountains in Nepal one day, enduring the police the next… She's probably one of those fit types, body image uber alles.'
'Depends on whose body you're talking about.'
CHAPTER 7
WE AGREED TO meet at the station in two hours and I hung up. I'd intended to bring up the Doss family but hadn't. My excuse: some topics didn't lend themselves to phone chat.
I wanted to know more about Eldon Mate the physician, so I drove over to the Bio-Med library at the U., found
