Here in NJ, the property taxes are ridicuous. A few decades back my town started to build huge amounts of “Levittown”-type developments. This of course led to the need for lots of schools, and thus lots of property taxes, since most of the education costs in the great Garden State are funded by local property taxes. Old folks suddenly found that all their carefully-planned retirement strategies were shot to hell and back as the property taxes soared.
Back then, I was active in a local Taxpayers’ Association, and I learned a bit about the relationship between home values and property taxes. Basically, what’s important is not the absolute assessment of your real estate, but whether it’s assessed in a way that’s comparable to other similar property. If your assessment increases by, say, 25% that doesn’t necessarily mean your actual tax will increase by 25%. However, if for 25 years your property has been under-valued and now it’s correctly valued, yes, the taxes will increase. To put it in very simple terms, they add up all the assessed values in town, and divide that into the total budget to be funded by property taxes, and the result is the tax rate, usually expressed as a certain amount per thousand dollars of assessed value.
If your assessment is unfair, you can appeal it, first locally and then at the county level, and then if desired, to the state level. You cannot appeal the tax rate or the tax amount. I did about 3 or 4 tax appeals, and won all of them. It was my belief at the time that the tax assessor was jacking up the valuation of the property of those who were giving him the most problems. In one of my appeals, on a piece of vacant land my husband and I owned, I brought in the documentation of the actual purchase price of the property, from an arms-length open market sale the previous year. It was several thousand dollars less than the assessment. The county tax board was astonished. “Why did you do that, Roger?” they asked the assessor. “Well,” he answered, “the lot next door sold for more.” “So what?” the tax board replied. “You can’t assess a property for more than it cost to buy! Appeal granted.”
A couple of years later, I won another appeal at the county level against the same tax assessor. He appealed the county’s decision to the state, an act so bizarre that they didn’t even have a form for it – they had to take the reverse, of a taxpayer appealing the county’s decision, and cross stuff out and write in new language to somehow make it fit. I was furious. I was going to have to take time off from work to go to Trenton to deal once again with this @$$hole. And then, on Thanksgiving of that year, the tax assessor died! Woohoo! MwaaaaHaaaHaa! I’m alive, Roger, and you’re not! In due time, the new assessor contacted me to ask about what the state appeal was about. Dammed if I know. Oh, well, then, let’s just forget about it.
These days, there is a property tax reduction program for those over a certain age, I think 65. In order to really fix things, though, we need to stop depending on the value of what a person already owns to fund things like schools. As much as most of us hate income tax, at least if your income falls, your taxes decrease as well. Property tax just keeps on a-climbin’, no matter what. My sister lives in New Mexico. I don’t know how they do it, they seem to have reasonable schools and services, and her taxes on a very nice home including an in-ground swimming pool, are a fraction of mine.