The Black Cone of Death

11/16/2012 in DC by Mark Jones

It was about 2:30 o'clock when the “twister” hit. It was done so suddenly that few realized what had happened. A black cloud was seen in the southwest. It appeared to come lower and lower. There was a high wind which seemed to increase its velocity every second and the cloud apparently came closer to the earth.^[1]

A tornado like this one ripped through the D.C. area on November 17, 1927. (Source: Library of Congress)

So read the Alexandria Gazette in recounting the tornado that touched down near Old Town on November 17, 1927. It was one of the fiercest storms our area has ever seen, with winds estimated at 125 mph.^[2] Within minutes it ripped through Alexandria, D.C. and Prince Georges County, Maryland, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

The next day, the Washington Post described the scene.

Through its mile wide path, the twister strode like a giant, crushing entire blocks of houses, picking others up and tossing the about, nudging over automobiles until they capsized, and then skipping around like a giant gone mad. Its erratic course was a scene of devastation, scores of buildings left roofless, others left without walls, and still others standing jagged in the pouring rain, entire sides ripped out.^[3]

Those who weathered the storm feared the worst as they surveyed the damage.

Over all of the wreckage hovered hundreds of persons, seeking frantically for members of their families or friends who might possibly be buried in the piles of stone, brick, lumber and tin which had once been their homes. Through the hours of an early dusk brought on by the lowering clouds which accompanied the tornado, people sought for their loved ones, becoming more frantic as wild rumors of heavy death lists spread over the city. Most of these rumors could be and were promptly dissipated, but as each was squelched, others arose to take their place, with the result that hospitals, police stations and newspaper offices were besieged far into the night by anxious inquirers.^[4]

But, surprisingly (and thankfully!) there was only one fatality even though the storm caused hundreds of injuries and millions in property damage. Needless to say, it could have been a lot worse. Can you imagine what a storm like this would do to our much more densely populated area now?

Route of tornado, November 17, 1927. (Source: Washington Post) — *The Washington Post* offered a creative illustration of the tornado's route through the area.

Footnotes

^ “City Emerges From Storm Loss,” The Alexandria Gazette, 18 Nov 1927: 1.
^ “125 Miles An Hour Gale Tears City; Millions in Loss,” The Washington Post, 18 Nov 1927: 1.
^ Ibid.
^ Ibid.

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Mark Jones has called the D.C. area home since he was three years old. As a child he enjoyed taking family trips to Colonial Williamsburg and impersonating historical figures for elementary school book reports. He earned a Bachelor’s degree in History from Davidson College and a Master's in History and New Media from George Mason University. Prior to coming to WETA, Mark worked as an interpreter for the National Park Service at Arlington House: The Robert E. Lee Memorial, where (much to the amusement of his friends) he wore the "Smokey the Bear" hat as part of his uniform and occasionally donned period clothes. (Photos are classified.)