ABC 7 reports on “Battleground Burleith,” has fun filming beer cans

In a new broadcast earlier this week, ABC 7 News covered the Burleith neighbors’s push for all students to move onto campus.

The segment, which is below, features numerous neighbors making some fairly absurd complaints, with one woman saying that single women living alone in Burleith “are afraid” of the debauchery that Georgetown students are causing. Another neighbor holds up his destroyed “Our Homes Not GU’s Dorms” sign like the corpse of a civilian war casualty.

One thing to note when watching the video: Their footage of student “destruction” consists of shots of two—yes, two—empty beer containers outside. They try to mix it up with different angles, but it’s pretty obvious.


27 Comments on “ABC 7 reports on “Battleground Burleith,” has fun filming beer cans

  1. WJLA might want to get people’s names right–he’s transposed Lenore Rubino’s name with another woman he interviews.

  2. My boyfriend — and other young professional, college-educated friends — wanted to destroy those signs when they visited Georgetown because they thought that they were so absurd, and they have never even attended Georgetown, or any school in the D.C. area, for that matter. Fortunately, they restrained themselves. Sometimes I feel like the citizens of Burleith wish this upon themselves by acting so entitled.

  3. I was in the battle for Burleith. Lots of my friends didn’t come back from it. It was hell. I’ll never forget my buddies words before they got him, “we’re all in this together bro.”

    You think I’m exaggerating!? You can’t know what happened! YOU WEREN’T THERE!

  4. Hold your ground, hold your ground. Elders of Burleith, of Georgetown, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same cancer that would take the heart of me. The day may come, when the sanity of men fails, when we forget our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered signs when the A.N.C. comes crashing down! But it is not this day. This day we fight! For all that you hold dear (apparently) on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of Burleith!

  5. Good morning. In less than an hour, students from here will join others from other dorms. And you will be launching the largest neighborhood battle in the history of Georgetown.

    Georgetown — that word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests.

    Perhaps its fate that today is Georgetown Day, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution — but from being forced to live in dorms like freshmen again.

    We’re fighting for our right to live, to exist outside those pearly gates.

    And should we win the day, Georgetown Day will no longer be known a day we all get drunk on, but as the day when the student body declared in one voice:

    “We will not bow to you, ANC! We will not reroute GUTS busses without a fight! We’re going to party on! We’re going to survive!”

    Today, we celebrate our Georgetown Day.

  6. Old Bastard Who Lives Next Door, we live in a neighborhood that has a University, and that University has to be attended by 20-somethings with social lives and the youthful energy to stay up past 10pm. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lenore Rubino? We have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Glen Harrison’s lawn sign, and you curse the students. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Harrison’s lawn sign’s death, while tragic, was a statement about students’ rights. And our existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, is an exercise of those rights. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want us in that neighborhood, you need us in that neighborhood. We use phrases like “We Are Georgetown,” “Hoya Saxa.” We use these phrases as the backbone of four years spent living something. You use them as a punchline. We have neither the time nor the inclination to explain ourselves to neighbors who rise and sleep within the thriving neighborhood that we provide, and then question the manner in which we provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you shotgun a beer and remember that some people are still young enough to enjoy their lives. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

  7. Henry Sims: Hey! What’s all this laying around stuff? What are you all still laying around here for?
    Nate Lubick: What the hell are we supposed to do, ya moron? We’re all gonna have to move on campus. There’s nothing to fight for anymore.
    Moses Ayegba: [to Henry Sims] Let it go. War’s over, man. The neighbors dropped the big one…they had an ANC meeting.
    Henry Sims: What? Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the neighbors got bricks thrown through their windows?
    John Caprio: [to Jason Clark] Bricks through their windows?
    Jason Clark: Forget it, he’s rolling.
    Henry Sims: And it ain’t over now. ‘Cause when the goin’ gets tough…
    [thinks hard of something to say]
    Henry Sims: The tough get goin’! Who’s with me? Let’s go!
    [Henry runs out, alone; then returns]
    Henry Sims: What the hell happened to the Georgetown students I used to know? Where’s the Hoya? Where’s the Saxa, huh? This could be the greatest victory of our lives, and lord knows we need one seeing as how we haven’t gotten past the first round of the NCAA tournament since we started here. But you’re gonna let the neighbors beat us? Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I’m not gonna take this. Glen Harrison’s sign is getting torn up! Lenore Rubino’s sign, torn up! Forrest Bachner’s…
    Nate Lubick: Torn up! Henry’s right…tall and uncoordinated, but right. We gotta take these neighbors. It’s not enough that they stopped the Georgetown metro from happening? That they whine about noise and drinking when they chose to move next to a university that’s been there for almost 225 years? No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part, like sticking a single beer bottle in a tree.
    Henry Sims: We’re just the guys to do it.
    John Caprio: [stands up] Yeah, I agree. Let’s go get ’em.
    Jason Clark: Let’s do it.
    Henry Sims: [shouting] “Let’s do it”!
    [all of the Hoyas stand up and run out with Henry Sims]

  8. TODD OLSON. O that we now had here
    But one ten thousand of those undergrads in Georgetown
    That do no work to-day!

    JACK THE BULLDOG. What’s he that wishes so?
    My cousin Todd Olson? No, my fair cousin;
    If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
    To do our college loss; and if to live,
    The fewer undergrads, the greater share of honour.
    God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for grades,
    Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
    It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Georgetown.
    God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
    As one man more methinks would share from me
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
    Rather proclaim it, Todd Olson, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And a smart trip for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not die in that man’s company
    That fears his fellowship to die with us.
    This day is call’d the feast of Georgetown.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
    And rouse him at the name of Georgetown.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say ‘To-morrow is Georgetown Day.’
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say ‘These wounds I had on Georgetown day.’
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he’ll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Henry Sims, Green and Hibbert,
    Healy and White-Gravenor, Father King and Degoia-
    Be in their flowing solo cups freshly rememb’red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Georgetown shall ne’er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of bros;
    For he to-day that sheds his beer with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in dormitories now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Georgetown day.

  9. Great moments are born from great opportunity.
    And that’s what you have here tonight, boys.
    That’s what you’ve earned here, tonight.
    One campus plan.
    If we filed it ten times, they might reject it nine.

    But not this one. Not tonight.
    Tonight, we argue with ’em.
    Tonight, we stay with ’em, and we shut them down because we can!
    Tonight, we are the greatest university in the world.
    You were born to be Hoyas — every one of ya.
    And you were meant to be here tonight.
    This is your time.
    Their time — is done. It’s over.
    I’m sick and tired of hearin’ about what a great neighborhood the Burleithers have without us.
    Screw ’em!
    This is your time!
    Now go out there and take it!

    Have you ever asked yourselves in an hour of meditation – which everyone finds during the day – how long we have been striving for greatness? [bangs fist] Not only the years we’ve been at war, the war of work, but from the moment as a child, when we realize the world could be conquered. It has been a lifetime struggle [bang’s fists again] a never-ending fight, I say to you [bangs again] and you will understand that it is a privilege to fight. WE ARE WARRIORS! Salesmen of north-eastern Pennsylvania, I ask you once more rise and be worthy of this historical hour. No revolution is worth anything unless it can defend itself. Some people will tell you salesman is a bad word. They’ll conjure up images of used car dealers, and door to door charlatans. This is our duty to change their perception. I say, salesman and women of the world… unite. We must never acquiesce, for it is together… TOGETHER THAT WE PREVAIL. WE MUST NEVER CEDE CONTROL OF THE MOTHERLAND…

  11. My faith in Vox has been restored in one fell swoop by these comments.

  12. Does anyone else find the video’s preview image ridiculously amusing?

  13. I’m a grammar nazi, not a spelling nazi apparently.

  14. …bud light lime

  15. I just couldn’t help myself… here’s more.

    Jack: Sons of Georgetown, I am Jack the Bulldog.

    Midnight Mug cashier: Jack the Bulldog weighs 90 pounds!

    Jack: Yes, I’ve heard. Eats men by the hundreds, and if he were here he’d destroy the ANC/OP with fireballs from his Saxa and bolts of lightning from his Bud Light Lime. I AM Jack the Bulldog!
    And I see a whole army of my classmates here in defiance of tyranny. You have come to fight as free Hoyas, and free Hoyas you are. What would you do without freedom? Will you fight?

    Vox commenter: Fight? Against that? No, we will transfer to GW; and we will be peaceful and mediocre.

    Jack: Aye, fight and you may die. Transfer and you’ll live — at least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, no longer a Hoya, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our ability to live off campus, in a legal manner, but they’ll never take our freedom!

  16. I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Freshmen vomiting off the roof of Village A. I’ve watched Natty Light cans glitter in the dark near the Front Gates. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to graduate.

  17. Oh, hello there Mr. Mo Rocca look-alike correspondent.

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