I tell dem fo real kine, “Az wrong!” I tell dem off. I bus um up. I even pull out da hair from some a da guys! Den I make dem make one strong promise an aks God fo wipe dem out if dey no do wat dey tell dey goin do. Dis da promise: “You guys no goin let yoa daughtahs marry da guys from da odda peopos. You no goin marry da wahines from da odda peopos, an you no goin let yoa boys marry dem.