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Remembering the Triangle Fire, 100 Years Later

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On March 25, 1911, a fire broke out at the Triangle Shirtwaist Company in New York City. The workers, mostly young immigrant women, were trapped by locked exits and inadequate fire escapes. 146 of the workers perished in the flames or jumped out windows to their deaths. The Triangle Fire became a symbol of industrial excess and the need for reform. In its aftermath, landmark occupational health and safety laws were passed. For the Jewish and Italian immigrant communities of the Lower East Side, the fire was especially tragic. Four days after the fire, poet Morris Rosenfeld wrote a memorial to the victims. The Jewish Daily Forward printed the poem down the full length of its front page.

Neither battle nor fiendish pogrom

Fills this great city with sorrow;

Nor does the earth shudder or lightning rend the heavens,

No clouds darken, no cannon's roar shatters the air.

Only hell's fire engulfs these slave stalls

And Mammon devours our sons and daughters.

Wrapt in scarlet flames, they drop to death from his maw

And death receives them all.

Sisters mine, oh my sisters; brethren

Hear my sorrow:

See where the dead are hidden in dark corners,

Where life is choked from those who labor.

Oh, woe is me, and woe is to the world

On this Sabbath

When an avalanche of red blood and fire

Pours forth from the god of gold on high

As now my tears stream forth unceasingly.

Damned be the rich!

Damned be the system!

Damned be the world!

Over whom shall we weep first?

Over the burned ones?

Over those beyond recognition?

Over those who have been crippled?

Or driven senseless?

Or smashed?

I weep for them all.

Now let us light the holy candles

And mark the sorrow

Of Jewish masses in darkness and poverty.

This is our funeral,

These our graves,

Our children,

The beautiful, beautiful flowers destroyed,

Our lovely ones burned,

Their ashes buried under a mountain of caskets.

There will come a time

When your time will end, you golden princes. Meanwhile,

Let this haunt your consciences:

Let the burning building, our daughters in flame Be the nightmare that destroys your sleep,

The poison that embitters your lives,

The horror that kills your joy.

And in the midst of celebrations for your children,

May you be struck blind with fear over the Memory of this red avalanche

Until time erases you.

Source: Morris Rosenfeld, Jewish Daily Forward. Reprinted and translated in Leon Stein, The Triangle Fire (New York: Carroll & Graf, 1962), 145–146.



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