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Adam Johnson and his Fight-Ending Sniper Pistol by Will Dabbs

The Barrett Light Fifty is a great tool for long-range engagements against hardened targets. However, it would have been tough for mounted patrolman Adam Johnson to carry concealed.

In the world of tactical shooting, you pick the right tool for the right target. There is some overlap, to be sure, but you wouldn’t choose a Walther P22 if you were trying to ring steel a kilometer distant.

By the same token, a Barrett M82 .50-caliber anti-materiel rifle is a suboptimal choice if your goal is exploding water-filled Coke cans in the backyard of your rural home. While pretty much everybody who has ever squeezed a trigger is familiar with these facts, apparently nobody bothered to tell Austin, Texas, mounted patrolman Adam Johnson.

The Shooter

Ummm, yeah. Whatever this is. Perhaps I’m just jealous.

By any reasonable metric, Steve Mcquilliams was one seriously quirky dude. Despite being shot to death by police under some truly extraordinary circumstances back in 2014, his Facebook page still remains active. It depicts an enormous white guy with a shaved head and an affinity for both the martial arts and renaissance fairs. One image has Mcquilliams striking his best Mr. Clean pose surrounded by, I counted them, seventeen scantily-clad belly dancers. I have no idea what that was all about.

If the police reports are to be believed, Mcquilliams had some pretty eccentric political views as well as a fairly impressive rap sheet. He was arrested for both drug and armed robbery offenses and had done time in federal prison. He was a self-described “High Priest of the Phineas Priesthood.” I had to look that up.

I had never heard of the Phineas Priesthood before. Apparently it is something like this.

It Gets Weirder

Wikipedia claims, “The Phineas Priesthood, also called Phineas Priests, are American domestic terrorists who adhere to the ideology which was set forth in the 1990 book Vigilantes of Christendom: The Story of the Phineas Priesthood by Richard Kelly Hoskins.” Once again, I have no idea what all that means. Mcquilliams split his time between Austin, Texas, and Kansas City, Kansas, before apparently losing his mind one fateful morning in 2014.

Austin, Texas, is a pretty left-wing place. My son used to live there. The motto of the Austin Independent Business Alliance is, “Keep Austin Weird.” They take that mandate seriously.

No idea why this guy struggled to find a respectable job. He seems a natural choice for child care, hair styling, life coach, or psychiatry to me.

The cops postulated that Mcquilliams had difficulty finding a decent job and projected his failures onto others. Mcquilliams found himself mightily agitated that illegal immigrants were being so vigorously coddled while he struggled to make ends meet. He honestly had a point, but he chose a pretty strange method of expressing it.

The Attack

The Arsenal SLR95 is a nicely-executed Bulgarian-made, forged-receiver Kalashnikov rifle.

At 0218 on Friday 28 November 2014–Thanksgiving weekend–shortly after the local drinking establishments closed, Steve Mcquilliams produced a Smith and Wesson M&P-15 .22-caliber rimfire rifle along with an Arsenal SLR95. The SLR 95 is a fairly high-end Bulgarian-made Kalashnikov.

He was decked out in a tactical vest full of magazines and a CamelBak hydration system. He was also carrying a bunch of those miniature propane cylinders designed for camp stoves.

Mcquilliams cranked up the party by shooting up the federal courthouse. He then indexed to a local bank and peppered it with gunfire before turning his attention to the Mexican consulate.

After riddling the facade with bullets he tried and failed to set it afire. He then made his way to the headquarters of the Austin Police Department.

Austin, Texas, is an objectively attractive city. It’s just weird.

Kicking Over the Hornet’s Nest

It was the middle of the night, but there were still lots of folks wandering about in the streets. Thankfully, these first three buildings were all but deserted. However, there are always cops at work. There were plenty of folks at the police HQ.

Mcquilliams’ rampage lasted roughly ten minutes. During this time he fired about 100 rounds. Miraculously, he didn’t actually hit anybody. Whether he was a sucky marksman or perhaps just wasn’t in a particularly homicidal mood has been lost to history. Regardless, you can’t shoot up the heart of Austin, Texas, and expect everybody to be good with that.

The Solution

I found this on Steve Mcquilliams’ Facebook page. Nobody realized where it was going at the time.

That’s the problem with crime. You just never see it coming. I have been privy to a couple myself, and it is always out of the clear blue when you least expect it. In this case, police Sergeant Adam Johnson was just putting away his horse.

Even this deep into the Information Age, there yet remains a place in American Law Enforcement for horse-mounted patrols.

The Austin fuzz used mounted patrols to help maintain order in the party district. Horses are obviously fairly docile creatures, but they are also both huge and intimidating. My little town maintains mounted patrols as well. If nothing else, the horses are so cool that lots of drunk folks get sufficiently distracted petting the beasts that they tend to avoid trouble. In this case, SGT Johnson and his partner were occupied putting their mounts to bed when they heard gunfire.

I kind of doubt that Steve Mcquilliams was wielding a real-deal automatic weapon. However, truth be known, the presence of a genuine giggle switch doesn’t really make all that much difference, particularly in untrained hands. Get some, Vasquez…

Actual Machineguns Are Pretty Rare

The official police press release described it as, “Distinct sounds of loud automatic bursts of gunfire in the area of the main police headquarters.” I’d have to inspect the entrails of that rifle myself before I’d actually believe that. Regardless, it was obviously nonetheless still pretty unsettling.

SGT Johnson’s partner quickly tossed him the reins to his horse, drew his service pistol, and ran toward the sounds of gunfire. SGT Johnson now found himself holding onto two restless horses while also striving mightily not to get shot to death. Forensic assessment the following day showed that Mcquilliams cranked off at least five rounds toward Johnson and his horses from a range of about one hundred meters but missed.

Magnificent Marksmanship of Adam Johnson

Johnson wisely ducked behind a cement pillar that was part of a parking garage as Mcquilliams merrily blasted away. Then the hulking shooter ran dry. As he paused to reload his Kalashnikov, Adam Johnson did something truly extraordinary.

The Smith and Wesson M&P is an exceptionally well-executed service pistol.

While still holding the reins to not one but two agitated horses in his left hand, SGT Johnson drew his department-issue Smith and Wesson M&P .40-caliber service pistol, steadied his right hand against the concrete pillar he was using for cover, took careful aim, and fired a single round. From roughly the length of a football field, SGT Johnson shot Steve Mcquilliams straight through the heart, killing him where he stood. Wow. Just wow.

Precedents

SWAT competitions allow tactical teams to polish their skills in a collegial environment.

Several years ago I read about a memorable SWAT competition. I’ve been to a couple of those. They are generally convivial and fun, offering an opportunity to cross-pollinate, learn new skills, polish techniques, and cultivate friendships all in the spirit of healthy competition.

The capstone exercise had the unit sniper in an overvwatch position while the entry team cleared a structure, engaged bad guys, and rescued hostages. The timer started when they blew the front door and ended when the building was secured and the sniper struck a 12-inch steel plate located one hundred meters downrange. All went well for one particular team until the sniper suffered a mechanical failure with his rifle.

Ticking Clock

I don’t recall the specifics, but it was one of those breathtakingly improbable events that so rarely occurs with a bolt gun. Regardless, the clock was ticking, and the man’s rifle was out of the fight. The sniper in question immediately popped up onto his knees and drew his issue Beretta 92 service pistol. Taking a steady two-handed hold he struck the 100-meter plate with a single 9mm round and stopped the timer.

 The circumstances under which a Law Enforcement officer might be called upon to make a live pistol shot a football field away are obviously vanishingly rare. However, Adam Johnson and Steve Mcquilliams showed us that, while the odds are indeed small, they aren’t quite zero.

Creepy Details

This is Steve Mcquilliams in happier times. With the benefit of hindsight, he was just a strange guy who really went off the deep end.

Nobody knows what was going through Steve Mcquilliams’ mind the night of the shooting. Unlike many spree shooters, he did not leave a manifesto. Some of his Facebook posts are fairly colorful, but they didn’t give me a mass shooter lunatic vibe.

Two days before the attack he posted a link to the Audioslave song “Set It Off.” That fateful Friday morning he changed his profile photo to a Tarot card that read, “The Hierophant.”

According to Wikipedia, a hierophant is a person who brings religious congregants into the presence of that which is deemed holy. I obviously had to look that up as well. When the cops got to his body they discovered that he had written, “Let Me Die” on his chest with a Sharpie Marker. He also left a stack of nice clothing folded at his apartment with a note on top that read, “Funeral Clothes.” It’s just tough to get your head around all that.

Steve Mcquilliams could pass for Pennsylvania Senator John Fetterman in dim light. However, I’d just as soon not encounter either of them in dim light myself.
This is Pennsylvania Senator John Fetterman. You gotta admit, he kind-of favors Steve Mcquilliams.

Crack Shot Adam Johnson

So, here we have a big geeky bald-headed John Fetterman doppelgänger who enjoyed LARPing his way around Renaissance fairs and hanging out with belly dancers but apparently couldn’t land a decent job. For reasons unknown, he went berserk and shot up downtown Austin, Texas, at 2 o’clock in the morning over Thanksgiving weekend. A crack-shot horse cop named Adam Johnson ended all that with a single .40-caliber round fired at a range of roughly one hundred yards…while also simultaneously managing a couple of skittish horses.

Steve Mcquilliams was a big, weird guy. Early one morning he just snapped.

Denouement

We’ve made light of Steve Mcquilliams’ sordid circumstances here today. His entire story is actually quite tragic. Mcquilliams was obviously a lost soul who just never quite found his place in the world. It was terribly fortunate that no one else was hurt.

Ballistic savant Jerry Miculek has successfully made a 1,000-yard shot with a 9mm handgun, but that guy is clearly not human. For us normal folk, tossing a little handgun ammo in a parabolic arc at distant targets can be quite the enjoyable way to kill a lazy Saturday afternoon at the range. I find it simply fascinating that Austin police Sergeant Adam Johnson actually pulled that off for real.

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New details uncovered of British girl’s kidnap and rescue in 1920s Raj by Mark Bridge

Previously unseen papers have revealed new details of the extraordinary rescue mission that followed the kidnapping of a British teenage girl on the North-West Frontier 100 years ago.

The abduction of Mollie Ellis and the dramatic response inspired breathless news coverage in the 1920s but were quickly overshadowed by a royal wedding. According to a study drawing on private letters of a British official, the episode isn’t only a compelling tale of terror and derring-do, but also reveals the “bankruptcy” of colonial policy.

The events unfolded in the historically contested region where northern outposts of the British Raj ran up against quasi-independent tribal territories on the border with Afghanistan.

A 1967 illustration by CL Doughty depicting Mollie Ellis and Lilian Starr, “the heroine of Peshawar”. Image: ©Look and Learn

In the early hours of April 14, 1923, five men from these tribal lands attacked the bungalow of Major Archibald Ellis in the cantonment of Kohat. With the major away, they murdered his wife Ellen and abducted the couple’s 17-year-old daughter, Mollie, whose cries for help were drowned out by a violent storm. The party fled to the hills and sheltered in caves and ravines as they made their way to the tribal area of the Tirah.

New insights into what happened next have been shared by historian Dr Jayne Gifford after she was given access to the papers of Sir John Maffey, Chief Commissioner of the North-West Frontier Province and the leading British administrator on the spot.

Learning of the attack at Kohat, 45-year-old Maffey wrote to his wife Dorothy: “This Kohat affair has lurched me sideways… Nothing can make such a sordid affair anything but a bad show.”

The motive of the attackers, led by one Ajab Khan Afridi, was believed to have been revenge after a police raid seized rifles linking Ajab and his brother Shahzada to the murders of a Colonel and Mrs Foulkes. The men tried to conceal the guns by disguising themselves as women but Frontier Constabulary entered the women’s quarters and foiled the scheme. The brothers were reportedly taunted by the women of their clan for allowing this insult to their sex.

Several days after her abduction, Mollie was permitted to write to Lieutenant-Colonel CE Bruce, district commissioner at Kohat, saying she was “alive and fairly well, but very weak from living on bread and potatoes”. Mollie, who was unaware of her mother’s death, wrote: “I am in a village N.W. of the Samana. My captors tell me that the D.C. [district commissioner] at Peshawar has offered a ransom for me. Is it true? If so, they are after it. They also want three or four men you took in connection with those rifles the other day. What can you do for me?”

She urged Bruce to comply with the men’s terms and to send her warm clothes, including a coat and breeches — “A skirt is no use to me, the way I shall have to travel.” The next day she wrote: “They are frightening me more than ever and I am afraid I shall never get out of this. I can’t quite make out what they say, so I may be imagining worse than it is.”

Portrait of John Maffey in 1923, the year of Miss Ellis’s abduction, by Philip Alexius de László. Image: Alamy

Maffey believed a conventional military operation in tribal territory would be unsuccessful and might endanger Mollie. For now, he didn’t even know her precise location.

As Gifford, lecturer in modern history at the University of East Anglia, explains, Maffey formulated a three-part plan that relied on close cooperation with the tribes. First, Zaman Khan, a tribal leader, was despatched from Peshawar to raise a lashkar, or war party, from the clans of the Afridi — the Pashtun tribe to which Ajab Khan and Shahzada belonged. His role was to put pressure on the tribesmen to stop Mollie’s abductors moving her further towards Afghanistan and, if necessary, “to cut them off and to capture her by force”.

Next, Khan Bahadur Kuli Khan, another Pashtun who was political assistant at Kurram, secured an audience with the influential Mullah Mahmud Akkundzake, who confirmed rumours that Mollie was being held by Ajab Khan in the cleric’s home village of Khanki Bazaar.

Finally, Maffey approached Lilian Starr, a missionary sister in Peshawar, and asked if she would join a rescue party. He believed the inclusion of a woman would have a “very real political effect” in the projection of imperial power. Starr, whose husband Dr Vernon Starr had been stabbed to death by Pashtun assassins in March 1918, told Maffey she was “only too glad” to be of use.

As the Newcastle Sunday Sun would put it days later: “Perhaps it was because of her bereavement that she deemed life a little thing, and was willing, as she now signified, to take her life in her hands and seek out the missing girl in the heart of the disaffected area… It seemed a veritable lion’s den into which she was putting her head.”

The party, consisting of Mrs Starr, Maffey’s assistant Rissaldar Mogal Baz Khan and members of the Orakzai tribe, set off on April 20 and reached Khanki Bazaar the next day. In the meantime, at the urging of Kuli Khan, the mullah had persuaded Ajab Khan to hand over Mollie to his own protection, pending negotiations.

Talks between the abductors and the British representatives took place at the mullah’s house while Mrs Starr cared for Mollie. During the discussions, Ajab Khan and Shahzada learned that the Afridi lashkar raised by the British had arrived in the brothers’ village and was attacking their homes.

Furious, Shahzada threatened the safety of Mrs Starr and Mollie. As Gifford writes in her paper in the Journal of Imperial and Commonwealth History: “This action proved to be the turning point. The Mullah Mahmud was enraged at the insult to the sanctity of his roof and publicly cursed Shahzada and his companions. The balance had shifted. The demands for ransom and the concessions of a pardon were abandoned and the surrender of Mollie Ellis was swiftly arranged in exchange for the release of two men … held in Kohat jail for theft.”

The rescue party set out on their return journey on April 23 and were greeted by Maffey, Major Ellis and local officers at Shinawari Fort. Writing to his wife, Maffey said: “It is always hateful to the independent tribes when we stick our finger into their midst. The despatch of a woman was a bit of ju jitsu which has thrown them out of their bearings. It establishes our prestige and gives them a chance of regaining some of theirs. ‘You have shown how damned badly you can behave to a woman. Here’s another! See if you can do any better’.”

A young patient of Lilian Starr’s in a photograph from her 1920 book Frontier folk of the Afghan border — and beyond. Image: public domain, via United States Library of Congress

He described “the dainty English nurse, sitting at night in the house of the notorious Mulla[h] Mahmud with a pencil in her hand writing down in English what the Rissaldar is saying and round them the three bloodthirsty ruffians who murdered Mrs Ellis, haggling for terms. (This ought to be done for the Royal Academy!)”.

As for Mollie, he wrote: “[She] is not attractive to look at, tiny, pale, peaky, with huge black eyes, but lots of character. A marvellous escape!”

The rescue was fêted in the newspapers, although Maffey complained that, in their hassling of the various protagonists for comment, “the Press has been a perfect arse to us all”. Referring to the wedding of the future King George VI and Lady Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon on April 26, he said: “Thank God there’s a Royal Wedding to attract attention now.”

Mrs Starr, Kuli Khan and Mogal Baz Khan were all subsequently awarded the Kaiser-i-Hind gold medal by the viceroy on behalf of George V.

Yet for all the congratulations, the attack and its aftermath had exposed the fragility of the British presence. With the perpetrators still at large and Afghanistan suspected of having, at the least, encouraged their actions, Maffey was expected to act decisively to restore British authority.

On May 11, he travelled to Kohat to convene a tribal council, or jirga, the following day. Four days previously he had arranged for 15 warplanes to fly over the tribal lands “as a gentle demonstration (no bombing yet) and to help produce the right atmosphere for the jirga“.

After the jirga, Maffey wrote to Dorothy that the results were “excellent”, even if attributable more to the aerial threat than his own eloquence. The tribal representatives declared Ajab Khan’s band their enemies. They said the kidnappers and their families would not be permitted to enter their territories and it would be the tribes’ duty to hand them over if they tried it.

They also agreed that the British could take action, by aeroplane or otherwise, if shelter was nevertheless provided by any individual or group. Maffey observed: “Under severe strain and much humiliation the tribal organisation has been made to work for us.”

Yet, presciently, he added: “But because I am satisfied, it doesn’t follow that other people will be”.

Indeed, while the Government of India was broadly happy with the outcome, questions were raised over Maffey’s methods. As one official put it: “The aerial demonstrations over Tirah is repeatedly stated to have had an excellent ‘lowering’ effect: but it is almost equally constantly stated to have been very deeply resented.”

In spite of the viceroy’s praise for Maffey’s “success” in the case, during the autumn of 1923 the colonial government was considering him “for some other post than that of Chief Commissioner of the North-West Province”.

Following the jirga, tribal search parties set out to find the perpetrators but it was established that they had fled to Afghanistan. It was only after months of diplomatic pressure that Ajab Khan and two other Kohat fugitives were arrested in January 1924 and exiled to Afghan Turkestan. The remaining two fugitives returned to the Tirah where they lived freely.

As Gifford writes: “The harbouring of these men was in direct contravention of the agreement reached on May 12 but the majority of Afridi opinion was in favour of allowing them to remain. The work of Maffey was ultimately null and void whilst the cat and mouse game between Britain and the tribes on the frontier continued. On the day that Maffey’s Indian Civil Service pension was due, he resigned from the service and left the North-West Frontier in 1924.”

She said Mollie’s rescue and its aftermath demonstrated Britain’s ability to project power across the frontier in the short term by utilising the tribal system and military coercion. “Longer-term consequences demonstrate the bankruptcy of British rule. That, despite the superior military technology, the construction of more secure cantonments and the capture of several of the perpetrators of the abduction, Britain could not secure its uncontested influence: two of the perpetrators returned to live in the Tirah country and the raiding of the settled districts resumed.”

DRC1XE Afghanistan – Kohat Pass – N. W. Frontier Province

She added that the case highlighted longstanding tensions between administrators and soldiers on the frontier, the Government of India and officials in London. In a memorandum of 1922, Maffey had argued that involvement in the tribal territories was a mistake. In his view, it did not strengthen Britain’s position when confronted with the risk of Soviet encroachment in Afghanistan, but rather “trammelled” it.

Gifford said: “Outwardly the rescue was touted as a success. Internally the whole episode really showed up the friction between the men on the spot like Maffey vis-à-vis London. London was pushing a harder line whereas Maffey was effectively saying, ‘No, we need to withdraw from these areas — it’s just making our lives a lot harder’.”

In his letters to his wife, Maffey referred to the Foreign Department of the Government of India as “most unhelpful and full of ignorant criticisms”. He dismissed Sir Francis Humphreys, the British Minister in Kabul, as “that namby pamby Humphreys”.

On a broader level, Gifford said: “The Mollie Ellis abduction is a good case study lens to look into the nature of British rule and people like Maffey, who wasn’t a big political figure. He was a mid-level imperial administrator. But the more you look into his story, the more you see the big network he built up of military and civilian contacts in his different postings. So there’s a bigger picture of imperial networks and how it was all about who you knew and what favours you could call in.”

After leaving India, Maffey had a distinguished diplomatic career and was raised to the peerage as Baron Rugby. He was the grandfather of the politician Jonathan Aitken who gave Gifford access to Maffey’s papers.

At Partition in 1947, the North-West Frontier became part of Pakistan. Ajab Khan Afridi has been celebrated as a hero and freedom fighter there and is the subject of several action films.

Mollie Ellis and her father travelled to England shortly after her rescue. She went on to marry Major Eric Wade at All Souls’ Church, Langham Place, London, in 1930. She returned to Kohat in 1983 to visit her mother’s grave.

The top picture shows the mountainous landscape around Kohat in Pakistan’s Khyber Pakhtunkhwa province as it appears today. Photo: Shutterstock