The Boston Molasses Flood: Industrial Negligence, Sticky Destruction & America's Sweetest Disaster of 1919

Episode Summary

On January 15, 1919, a massive industrial tank collapsed in Boston's North End, unleashing a 25-foot wave of molasses that moved at 35 mph through crowded streets. This catastrophic event killed 21 people, injured 150 more, and caused unprecedented destruction. Join Katie Petriella as she investigates how corporate negligence led to this bizarre disaster, the heroic rescue efforts that followed, and how the subsequent legal battle fundamentally changed building regulations and corporate accountability in America.

Did You Know?

• The molasses tank was never properly tested before being put into service
• Children from the neighborhood would collect leaking molasses with cups
• The company painted the tank brown to hide the leaks rather than fix them
• For decades afterward, residents reported smelling molasses on hot summer days
• The disaster led to Massachusetts passing some of the first laws requiring engineers to certify building plans

Episode Highlight Timestamps

• 0:15  Introduction to the disaster and its bizarre nature
• 1:32  Life in Boston's North End in 1919 and the historical context
• 3:16  The poorly constructed molasses tank and early warning signs
• 5:35  January 15, 1919: The fateful day and what triggered the collapse
• 7:03  The deadly molasses wave and its immediate devastating impact
• 9:23  Rescue efforts and stories of remarkable heroism
• 11:35  The massive cleanup process that took weeks to complete
• 13:23  Legal battle against USIA and the groundbreaking verdict
• 15:21  How the disaster changed regulations and corporate accountability
• 16:24  Remembering the victims and the disaster's lasting legacy

Key Facts

• Date: January 15, 1919
• Location: Boston's North End
• Deaths: 21 people
• Injuries: 150 people
• Molasses quantity: 2.3 million gallons
• Wave height: Up to 25 feet
• Wave speed: Approximately 35 mph
• Tank owner: Purity Distilling Company (subsidiary of United States Industrial Alcohol)
• Court ruling: USIA ordered to pay $300,000 in damages (approximately $4.5 million today)

Further Reading & Sources

• "Dark Tide: The Great Boston Molasses Flood of 1919" by Stephen Puleo
• Boston Globe archives from January 15-22, 1919
• Boston Post reports from January 16, 1919
• "Why the Great Molasses Flood Was So Deadly" by Emily Sohn, History.com
• Boston City Archives documentation of the molasses flood
• Research by Nicole Sharp, fluid dynamics engineer who studied the physics of the disaster
• Washington Post, "The day a deadly wave of molasses tore through Boston"
• Boston.com articles on first-hand accounts and victim profiles of the disaster

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Credits

The Butterfly Historian is researched, written, and hosted by Katie Petriella. The theme music was composed by CAS Creative Arts. This podcast is independently produced. New episodes every Wednesday wherever you get your podcasts.

Transcript

Welcome to the Butterfly Historian, where we explore how small moments create monumental change. I'm your host, Katie Petriella, and today's story is about one of the strangest disasters in American history. 

A catastrophe is so bizarre that when people first hear about it, they often think that it's made up. Imagine a wave of thick brown molasses, two and a half million gallons of it, rushing through city streets at 35 miles per hour. A wave reaching as high as a two story building demolishing everything in its path.

This isn't a scene from a quirky children's book or a fever dream. This actually happened in Boston's North End on January 15th, 1919, killing 21 people and entering 150 more. The great molasses flood sounds almost comical at first. I mean, molasses is supposed to be slow, right? Slow as molasses is literally an expression that we use.

But there was nothing slow or funny about this event. It was a tragedy born out of corporate negligence, engineering failures, and the complicated politics of early 20th century America, and in its sticky aftermath. This disaster would fundamentally reshape how we regulate business in industry in ways that protect us today. So settle in as we wade through this remarkable story. Trust me, you'll never look at that bottle of molasses in your pantry the same way again. 

Let's start by placing ourselves in Boston's North End in January, 1919. It's a vibrant, bustling neighborhood, packed with around 40,000 residents, most of them Italian immigrants living in cramped tenements, 

The narrow streets are filled with the sounds of multiple languages, the smell of cooking from open windows, and the constant movement of people, horses, and the occasional automobile. The neighborhood sits right on Boston Harbor, making it prime commercial real estate.

Ships arrive daily unloading cargo from around the world and the elevated railway runs along Commercial Street, connecting the North End to the rest of Boston with a constant rumble and clutter of trains overhead. One section of the waterfront stands a tank, a massive looming presence that towers over the neighborhood at 50 feet tall and 90 feet in diameter. This giant container painted a dark brown holds more than 2 million gallons of industrial molasses owned by the Purity Distilling Company, a subsidiary of United States Industrial Alcohol.

Now, you might be wondering why so much molasses and why in the middle of a busy neighborhood. Well, this is where our story intersects with some of the biggest historical currents of the earliest 20th century World War I had just Ended in November, 1918.

But during the war, there had been an enormous demand for industrial alcohol, which was used to produce munitions molasses when fermented produces ethanol, and that ethanol was a key ingredient in making explosives. 

The tank had been built in 1915 when the war in Europe created a boom in this business. But by January, 1919, with the war over, the company had a different reason to keep producing alcohol. Prohibition was coming, the 18th amEndment was about to be ratified, and the company was racing to produce and sell as much ram as possible before the took effect.

In a sense, the stink of molasses represented the collision of war profiteering, impEnding prohibition, and industrial America's growing pains and literally hanging over. All of this was a tank that, as we'll see, was an accident waiting to happen. I.

The tank was rushed into service in December, 1915. Constructed in just a few short months to meet the growing demand for industrial alcohol during World War I.

And from day one, there were problems. Let me paint a picture of the absolutely staggering incompetence involved here. The person overseeing construction wasn't an engineer or an architect. It was Arthur Gel, the company's financial advisor. This would be like asking your accountant to build your house gel.

Couldn't even read blueprints properly, but he was put in charge because, well, the company was in a hurry to start making money. Instead of filling the newly built tank with water to test it for structural integrity, standard practice, even in 1915, gel decided that it would take. Too long. He simply put in six inches of water, declared it sound, and called it a day.

And because the tank was classified as a quote container rather than a building, it didn't require building permits, inspections, or any regulatory oversight. The problems were immediately apparent. 

The tank constantly leaked molasses forming sticky brown puddles around its space. Children from the neighborhood  would actually come with cups to collect the liquid dripping from the seams. And when workers reported these leaks to management, what did the company do?

Did they repair it properly, bring in engineers to assess the structural problems? No. They simply painted the tank brown to hide the leaks. Isaac Gonzalez, a worker at the facility once brought actual pieces of steel that had fallen from the tank's, walls, to the treasurer's office as evidence of the danger, the official's response, I don't know what you want me to do.

The tank still stands. 

The casual disregard for safety was unfortunately all too common in the industrial era when powerful companies operated with minimal oversight and even less accountability. And it wasn't just that the tank was poorly built, it was fundamentally flawed in its design.

The steel was too thin to support the weight of a full tank of molasses, which is 1.5 times heavier than water, and the rivets were improperly designed, creating stress points that would eventually fail. Adding to these problems, the steel used had been mixed with two little manganese, making it brittle and cold temperatures.

And on January 15th, 1919, all these factors would converge with deadly results.

It began as a relatively mild day in Boston.  After weeks of freezing temperatures, the city was experiencing what locals call a January thaw. The temperature had risen to about 40 degrees Fahrenheit, practically balmy for a Boston winter.

The North End was humming with activity workers were returning from lunch breaks. Children were playing in the streets and horses pulled wagons loaded with goods. It was, by all accounts, an utterly ordinary Wednesday afternoon.  At the Purity distilling facility, the molasses tank had just received a new shipment two days earlier, filling it nearly to capacity with 2.3 million gallons of molasses.

The warmer temperature was causing the molasses to expand and ferment, creating pressure inside the tank. The one vent that might've actually released the pressure was closed due to the winter season. So at approximately 12:30, residents near the take heard a strange sound,  A rapid fire rat tat tat that sounded eely like machine gunfire.

This was the sound of the tank's rivets popping loose under immense pressure. Then came a low rumble that shook buildings for blocks around. Boston Police officer Frank McManus was about a hundred feet from the tank when it happened. He later recalled feeling some wet sticky substance hit him around the shoulders.

At first, he thought it was mud. Then he turned and witnessed something that defied belief. The entire tank was literally disintegrating before his eyes. The sides were falling away as a massive wave of dark brown molasses. 25 feet high in some places erupted  outward in all directions at speeds reaching 35 miles per hour.

Imagine for a moment what it would've been like, a tsunami of thick, sticky molasses moving faster than a person can even run, engulfing everything in its path. There was simply no escape. Martin Clougherty was asleep inside his home in Copps Hill Terrace when the disaster struck, he awoke to find himself floating on a mattress in the sea of molasses.

His house, had literally been torn from its foundation and smashed against the elevated railway structure. His mother, Bridget, unfortunately, was killed in the collapse.

At the nearby freight yard, a clerk named B.E. Kingsley, heard the rumble and looked out his window. "Where the tank stood. There was no tank," he later told reporters instead, "it was a mighty wall of some kind, a giant wave of molasses,  and it was sweeping rapidly down upon the office, gaining momentum at every second."

The wave crashed through streets with terrifying force demolishing buildings, knocking a train off the elevated tracks and sweeping people and horses into Boston Harbor. The Ellis Motor company building was flattened the Baystate freight shed was crushed. The molasses even knocked a portion of the elevated railway off its foundation.

Tragically, the molasses engulfed the firehouse of engine 31, tearing apart the building and trapping the firefighters inside. George Layhe a firefighter who had just gone to bed after a shift was pinned under the wreckage. Despite, Despite frantic rescue efforts, he died before help could reach him 

In mere minutes, the wave of molasses had devastated several blocks of the North End, and then almost as quickly as it had erupted, the molasses began to settle even more dangerous than the initial wave.

The scene that greeted first responders was nothing short of apocalyptic. The streets were covered in molasses, several feet deep in some places, buildings lay in ruins and victims were completely coated in the brown substance, making it nearly impossible to identify them or even tell if they were alive.

The Boston Post described the horror in vivid terms , "Here and there struggle to form. Whether it was animal or human being was impossible to tell. Only an upheaval, a thrashing bout in the sticky mass showed where any life was."

As the hours passed and temperatures began to drop, the molasses became thicker and more viscous.

This complicated rescue efforts enormously imagine trying to wade through knee deep molasses to reach survivors or trying to pull someone from underneath debris while your hands and tools are completely coated in the sticky substance. The cool temperature was making the molasses even more dangerous.

A modern scientific study led by engineer Nicole Sharp confirmed that as molasses cools, it becomes significantly more viscous, harder to move through, and more likely to trap victims. 

Some survivors later described how they had to constantly clear molasses from their mouths and noses just to breathe while waiting for rescue

first responders faced a Herculean task. Police, firefighters, red Cross workers, and even 116 sailors from the USS Nantucket, which was dock nearby, rushed to help.

They waited into the molasses, digging through the rubble for survivors, and by 1:00 PM just half an hour after the disaster, and estimated a hundred. An estimated a hundred to 150 people have been pulled from the wreckage.

At Haymarket Relief Station in other nearby hospitals, doctors and nurses worked frantically to treat the injured. Meanwhile, at the morgue families gathered to identify the dead.

A task made more difficult by the brown coating that disguised the features of many of the victims.

The new spread pretty quickly through Boston and beyond the next day's globe. Headline screamed, huge molasses tank explodes in North End. 11 dead 50 hurt. The death toll would later rise to 21 as more bodies were discovered and some of the injured succumb to their wounds, .

 But admits the horror. There were stories of remarkable heroism. Royal Albert Lehman, a brakeman for the elevated railway, saw the wave of molasses collapse part of the track, knowing that trains were due from both directions.

Within minutes, he ran onto the damaged trestle, waving his arms frantically and shouting that the track was down. His quick thinking prevented what could have been an even worse disaster. And Cameron Burn. A 17-year-old marine merchant waited into waist deep molasses to pull survivors from the sticky mass.

It was impossible to get up without help because the molasses was so thick  it acted like quicksand. He later wrote I

The immediate rescue effort continued for days before authorities finally called a halt and declared it a recovery operation. Some victims weren't found for weeks or even months. 

Cleaning up the molasses was a task of mind-boggling proportions because the sticky substance had covered everything within a radius of several blocks, streets, buildings, vehicles, even the elevated railway. It had seeped in the basements and cellars coated telephone poles and wires and completely drenched the harbor.

When workers initially tried to use fresh water to wash away the molasses, this proved ineffective. Eventually, they discovered that salt water broke down the molasses more efficiently, so  they began spraying the area with water pumped in from Boston Harbor.

The cleanup crews worked around the clock using fire hoses to spray away the molasses and sand to absorb what couldn't be washed away. But even as they cleaned the immediate disaster area, the molasses was spreading throughout Boston in a thousand tiny ways. Anyone who had been to the North End that day carried molasses with them on their shoes, clothes, and vehicles, 

and soon the sticky substance was turning up miles from the disaster site. Telephones throughout the city became unusable because the handsets were sticky with molasses, subway, turnstiles, jammed, even horses. Water troughs across Boston were contaminated with the substance.

And for weeks after the disaster, Boston was literally stuck together by this pervasive insidious goo.

The official cleanup took weeks and involved more than 300 people working around the clock, but in reality, Boston was never fully cleansed of the molasses

for decades afterwards, residents of the North End reported that on hot summer days, they could actually smell the sweet scent of molasses rising from the pavement and seeping from basement walls.

In fact, a former meter reader from the Boston Gas Company once reported he could still smell molasses in North End basements as late as 1960, more than 40 years after the disaster. It's a vivid reminder of how the single event left an indelible mark on the city, both metaphorically and literally.

As the city cleaned up, physical evidence of the disaster questions began to swirl about who was responsible, United States Industrial Alcohol. The parent company of purity Distilling was quick to deflect, blame their initial explanation.

Anarchists had blown up the tank. 

This wasn't as farfetched as it might sound to our modern ears. The North End with its large Italian immigration population was indeed home to some anarchist activity at the time. And there had been previous attempts to bomb USIA facilities during World War I, as the company was seen as a prime example of war profiteering.

But as investigators examined the wreckage, the evidence pointed not to terrorism, but to corporate negligence. There was no blast pattern consistent with an explosion, and windows that would've been shattered by a bomb blast were intact.

The subsequent legal battle was unprecedented in August, 1920. A class action lawsuit against USIA began one of the largest and most complex legal cases in Massachusetts history. Over the course of the next five years, the court would hear testimony from more than 3000 witnesses generating over 20,000 pages of testimony and evidence.

Colonel Hugh w Ogden, the auditor appointed to oversee the lawsuit was a conservative businessman who might've been expected to side with USIA, but he was also deeply committed to fairness and justice. After years of testimony and investigation, he released his verdict in April of 1925.

Ogden's conclusion was unequivocal. The tank had collapsed due to structural failure, not sabotage. He cited the inadequate thickness of the steel, the lack of proper testing, and the company's disregard for the repeated warning signs of leakage.

USIA was ordered to pay $300,000 in damages, approximately 4.5 million in today's money.

The verdict was groundbreaking. It represented one of the first major legal decisions against a US corporation and established the principle that companies had a responsibility to ensure the safety of their structures and operations.

It marked the beginning of an error when big businesses could operate without oversight or accountability. In response to the disaster, Massachusetts and many other states pass laws.

In response to the disaster, Massachusetts and many other states pass laws requiring engineers certify and seal their plans that building inspections be conducted regularly, and the architects demonstrate the structural integrity of their designs. These regulations, which we take for granted today, were direct outcomes of the molasses flood.

The disaster also highlighted the vulnerability of immigrant communities. In early 20th century America, the North End's Italian residents, most of whom weren't US citizens and couldn't vote, had little political influence. Their concerns about the leaking tank had been ignored by both the company and city officials.

The flood exposed, not just engineering failures, but social inequities as well.

Today, the site of the disaster is a public park with a small baseball diamond. A modest plaque commemorates the event, but there's little else to suggest that the tragedy even occurred there. The elevated railway is long gone and the harbor has been cleared and redeveloped. But the lessons of the molasses flood continue to shape our approach to regulation, corporate responsibility, and public safety.

The great Boston Molasses Flood may sound like a bizarre footnote in history, but it's so much more than that.

It's a story that encapsulates many of the tensions and transitions of early 20th century America, the aftermath of World War I, the approach of prohibition, the struggle between profit and safety, and ultimately the treatment of immigrant communities. 21. People lost their lives that day in ways that are difficult to imagine.

Pasquale Iantosca, a 10-year-old boy collecting firewood. Bridget Clougherty. A 65-year-old woman crushed when her home was collapsed. George Layhe a firefighter trapped in the wreckage of his station house.

Their deaths were not quick or clean or dignified. They were painful, messy, and utterly preventable.

And yet from this tragedy, came change the legal precedents established by the case against USIA helped usher in a new era of corporate accountability. The building regulations passed in response to the disaster continue to protect us today in a very real sense, the molasses flood was a catalyst that helped transform America from an unregulated industrial free for all to a society that at least attempts to balance profit with public safety.

There's something profoundly ironic about molasses. A substance associated with slowness creating such rapid and far reaching change. It reminds us that history often turns on unexpected moments, the butterfly effects of a single event that can ripple outward in ways that no one could predict. So the next time you hear someone use the expression slowest molasses, remember the 21 victims of the Great Boston Molasses Flood? Remember that on one day in January 1919, molasses moved with lethal speed through the streets of Boston.

And remember that sometimes the most unlikely events can become the hinges upon which history turns.

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