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History. Sociology. Nonfiction. HTML: Around noon on January 15, 1919, a group of firefighters was playing cards in Boston's North End when they heard a tremendous crash. It was like roaring surf, one of them said later. Like a runaway two-horse team smashing through a fence, said another. A third firefighter jumped up from his chair to look out a window-"Oh my God!" he shouted to the other men, "Run!" A 50-foot-tall steel tank filled with 2.3 million gallons of molasses had just collapsed on Boston's waterfront, disgorging its contents as a 15-foot-high wave of molasses that at its outset traveled at 35 miles an hour. It demolished wooden homes, even the brick fire station. The number of dead wasn't known for days. It would be years before a landmark court battle determined who was responsible for the disaster..… (more)
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Also, I felt that the technical details of the explosion were glossed over too much. Having read the book, I still don't know much about how molasses ferments into alcohol: required time and temperature, volume of gasses produced, and so on. I wish Puleo had consulted with a modern-day engineer to get an opinion on what the specifications should have been for a tank constructed to hold two million gallons of molasses. I have no doubt whatsoever that the tank simply failed without any help from anarchists - but I don't feel that it has been rigorously proven.
Dark Tide tells the story, beginning in December,1915, when a company is underway in its plans to build a 50 foot tall storage tank to hold molasses. It discusses at length the situation regarding the Italian immigrants that lived in Boston's North End, where the tank was being built. It talks about the molasses and Rum and Boston's participation and role in the slave trade, the move to needing molasses to make industrial alcohol to be used in munitions due to the beginning of WWI. It also discusses the unrest by anarchists who made frequent use of bombs throughout the country.
On January 15, 1919, the tank collapsed sending out a 15 feet high wave of 2.3 million gallons of molasses, weighing 26 million pounds, at 35 mph to sweep away houses, railroad elevated rails and a police station not to mention men, women, children and horses.
The rest of the book concerns the hearing that finally (in 1925) found United States Industrial Alcohol, one of America's biggest companies, guilty of negligence. USIA contended that the collapse was due to an anarchist's bomb, a claim that was shown to be faulty.
The book is well researched and well written. It flows in an easy manner. There are photographs taken in 1919 but it isn't easy to see details in them.
This story has long played at the edges of Bostonian folklore, but has never received "spotlight" treatment. Stephen Puleo rectifies this oversight with an absolutely gripping volume. The story is amazing in its own right. Puleo goes further, placing it in the context of the political and economic exigencies faced by WWI America. While the author doesn't do so, I found echos resonating to our modern era. Anti-immigrant feeling, persecution for political expression, worker safety concerns, questions over the ability of Big Business to police itself (and it's culpability when it fails to do so), lack of government regulation and the effects of military/industrial spending are all issues with which we continue to struggle. This book continues to have relevance beyond the events of a near century ago.
Puleo draws largely upon primary sources, including the 25,000 page transcript of the legal proceedings. One wishes for careful footnoting or end notes, particularly where Puleo ascribes inner thoughts and feelings to someone. Puleo notes that there is little prior written work work on this topic. All the more important in the interests of history and future researchers, I would think, to carefully note one's sources. This is admittedly nit-picking. As a Bostonian, I found this book particularly intriguing. However, I think that it would have broad appeal.
WHO'D a Thunk????
Sounds so weird that a massive wall of molasses (in January, no less)would burst out over Boston waterfront, but just look over your shoulder and suppose you saw a 15 ft wall of molasses flowing your way at 35 mph??? Gulp........
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Fascinating!
@ North end — immigrants, WWI
Big Business Sacco + Vanzetti + anarchist threat
Bldg Codes changed after this
Molasses for alcohol — ___ — Next ___ Grove — Fire Codes
Big Business took over — W. Wilson
Harding/Coolidge
A 50-foot-tall steel tank filled with 2.3
"Molasses flood" sounds like a joke. It sounds funny. It was January. We all know the expression, "as slow as cold molasses."
Twenty-one
Children died. Workers died. Houses, businesses, and the local fire station were crushed, shattered, knocked off their foundations and nearly swept into the harbor.
It was an enormous tragedy.
An important part of Puleo's book is making abundantly clear that it shouldn't have happened. Despite the company's claims, there was no bomb, no "evilly disposed persons," no outside malicious action. But neither was it "just" an accident.
Molasses wasn't just sweetener, or an important raw material for making rum. It was also an important source of industrial alcohol, used in, among other things, munitions. This became critically important with the start of World War One. This resulted in the new Boston tank being built in a great rush, to cash in on the war, under the direction of--an accountant. A man with no experience in construction of any kind, who was under pressure from his bosses to get it done by the last day of 1915 so that it could receive a delivery and spare the company the need to buy molasses for processing. Puleo lays out for us, in highly readable fashion, all the mistakes in construction, the warnings from an ordinary employee about the signs of structural unsoundness, the effects of the disaster, and the subsequent legal case. The company strongly pushed the theory that anarchists planted a bomb in the tank, and this wasn't, in the context of the time, as crazy an idea as it might sound. Anarchists, and anarchist violence, was a significant factor at the time. There just wasn't any supporting evidence for an anarchist having planted a bomb in this molasses tank, and there was a lot of evidence of sloppy construction and ignored warnings of structural unsoundness.
The molasses flood was a major disaster for Boston, but by itself, it wasn't a major, history-changing moment. However, it connected and interacted with a lot of other forces at work at the time. World War One, Prohibition, laissez-faire capitalism (Puleo doesn't use the phrase, but describes it at work), the assimilation, or lack thereof, of the Italian immigrants, anarchist political activity, the Sacco and Vanzetti case...all played a role in what happened. And the legal case over the molasses flood, which became, in practice even if not officially, the largest class action lawsuit thus far.
It's a fascinating story, and well, even if not perfectly, told.
Recommended.
I borrowed this book from my local library.
Big business versus little people. Some things never change. Greed trumps common sense
Well worth reading although wandering off the subject more than I thought necessary.
In 1915, a giant tower meant to store molasses was built in Boston, near the water, near the train tracks, right beside a poor and crowded area of the city. In January 1919, the molasses burst from the tower, creating a wave that eventually left 21 dead and many more injured.
In addition
I found the parts about the families, the people involved, the flood itself, and the trial after to be quite interesting. Where I lost interest (and the book lost a quarter star) was in the political discussion and the anarchists. I read the ebook, which apparently came from the slightly later paperback edition, which included an additional afterword. This was interesting, as the author described letters he received from descendants of many of the people involved.
Puleo irritated me right off the bat in
I hate when historical books tell me what people were thinking (unless, of course, there are diary entries and the like to back up those suppositions.) Puleo does this constantly -- the bar owner, who sat on his step the day before the molasses flood, breathing in the air and thinking about his future quiet home in Revere was absolutely ridiculous. At 3 a.m., he was probably walking into the door happy to be going to bed after a long day. I also found the repetition in the book grating... in the first 20 pages, Puleo notes that molasses are used to make industrial alcohol, which is used to make munitions, no less than three times. My memory works well enough that I don't need a reminder every three seconds of something you've already written.
At any rate, I disliked this book so much that I decided to move on without finishing it.