On January 15, 1919, the workers and residents of Boston’s North End,
mostly Irish and Italian, were out enjoying the noontime sun of an
unseasonably warm day. Suddenly, with only a low rumble of warning, the
huge cast-iron tank of the Purity Distilling Company burst open and a
great wave of raw black molasses, two storeys high, poured down
Commercial Street and oozed into the adjacent waterfront area. Neither
pedestrians nor horse-drawn wagons could outrun it. Two million gallons
of molasses, originally destined for rum, engulfed scores of people – 21
men, women and children died of drowning or suffocation, while another
150 were injured. Buildings crumbled, and an elevated train track
collapsed. Those horses not completely swallowed up were so trapped in
the goo they had to be shot by the police. Sightseers who came to see
the chaos couldn’t help but walk in the molasses. On their way home they
spread the sticky substance throughout the city. Boston smelled of
molasses for a week, and the harbour ran brown until summer.
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