Sticky Tragedy You Never Learned in School: Boston’s Great Molasses Flood of 1919

Sticky Tragedy You Never Learned in School: Boston’s Great Molasses Flood of 1919

A City Drenched in Sweet Catastrophe

On the morning of January 15, 1919, Bostonians woke to an uncanny scene: a massive wave of molasses—over 2.3 million gallons of it—gushing through the streets of the North End at up to 35 mph. What began as an industrial storage failure quickly became a disastrous torrent of sticky sludge, crushing buildings, overturning railcars, and trapping anything (and anyone) in its path. The “Great Molasses Flood” claimed 21 lives, injured 150, and left an indelible mark on the city’s collective memory—only, most of us have never heard of it.


The Great Molasses Reservoir: Brewing Danger

The disaster centered on a 50‑foot‑tall steel tank owned by the Purity Distilling Company. Ostensibly erected to supply molasses for rum production, the tank’s construction was hasty: poor-quality rivets, minimal steel thickness, and inadequate testing. In the weeks before the disaster, workers noted leaks pooling at the base, and the tank creaked ominously whenever the temperature dipped. Finally, at around 12:40 PM, the weakened seams gave way under the weight of over 2,300,000 gallons—equivalent to roughly 10 Olympic swimming pools—creating an unstoppable, caramel‑colored wave. Wikipedia provides a detailed engineering analysis of the tank’s failure.


Chaos Unleashed: Eyewitness Accounts

Residents described an apocalyptic deluge:

  • Mr. Antonio Civitello, whose saloon stood 50 feet from the tank, recalled “a wall of brown rolling my way… I thought it was an earthquake.”
  • The Boston Post reported “people were swept off their feet, cars were capsized, and barn doors shattered like matchsticks.”
  • Photographer Leslie Jones captured haunting images of horses mired up to their chests and rescuers tunneling through molasses to reach victims.

The viscous flood proved deadly and unpredictable. Some survivors spent days stuck in knee‑deep molasses, while rescue dogs—intended to help locate the fallen—became so caked in syrup that they had to be hosed off.


Cleanup, Cover‑Up, and Court Battles

Purity Distilling initially blamed anarchists, then innocent local youths, before finally owing responsibility to structural flaws. Cleanup consumed Boston public works for weeks: fire crews hosed down streets with salt water, while railroad companies paid workers time‑and‑a‑half to shovel residue from tracks.

In the ensuing litigation, 125 claimants sued Purity Distilling. The trial, one of Massachusetts’s longest, hinged on expert testimony about tank design and construction standards. Ultimately, the company settled for nearly $700,000 (over $10 million today), but families of the deceased received only a fraction of their demands. More details on the legal saga are archived by the Boston Public Library.


Why Was This Tragedy Forgotten?

Despite its scale and the sensational press coverage, the Molasses Flood faded from public consciousness due to:

  1. World War I Aftermath: The nation’s attention shifted to war reparations, the 1918 flu pandemic, and Prohibition (which ironically curtailed rum production).
  2. Industrial Dominance: Boston’s booming port and manufacturing sectors preferred to sweep the disaster under the rug rather than admit widespread engineering negligence.
  3. Lack of Memorials: Unlike other calamities, there was no major monument or annual remembrance, so personal memories died with survivors.

Legacy: From Sticky Ruins to Urban Legend

In recent decades, the Great Molasses Flood has reemerged as a symbol of industrial hubris and forgotten history. Scholars cite it in studies of corporate responsibility; urban explorers scout remaining rivet fragments in basements; and Reddit threads marvel at how a seemingly innocuous foodstuff became a lethal wave.

Today, the site at 529 Commercial Street is marked only by a modest plaque. Yet the story endures as a cautionary tale: when corners are cut and warnings ignored, even the sweetest substance can turn deadly.