Williamson County Regional Planning Commission v. Hamilton Bank of Johnson City, 473 U.S. 172 (1985), was a case in which the Supreme Court of the United States limited access to federal court for plaintiffs alleging uncompensated takings of private property under the Fifth Amendment.
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