Transperth bus driver charged over fatality
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A Transperth bus driver has been charged after he fatally struck a pedestrian outside of Perth Arena.
A 45-year old man died when he was hit by a bus crossing Wellington St near the Milligan St intersection just after 6.15pm on Friday.
He was treated at the scene by paramedics but could not be saved.
The bus driver has been charged with careless driving causing death and will appear before the Perth Magistrates Court on July 18.
Inspector Vic Hussey told 9News it was a confronting scene.
'It's a very, very sad scene here at the moment,' he said.
The police have charged a man with careless driving causing death after a bus crash outside the Perth Arena on the weekend. Picture: Nine News
Witnesses said the driver appeared distressed and was unable to speak in the immediate aftermath of the collision, while others nearby were seen crying on the street.
The crash occurred as hundreds of people were arriving at the arena to watch a Super Netball clash between the West Coast Fever and Adelaide Thunderbirds, and as city workers were leaving their offices for the day.
Residents have since raised concerns about pedestrian safety at the intersection.
'It's not nice, especially when it's so close to home, and when it's something that could have been avoided,' one resident said.
'I raised this with the police about two months ago because I almost got killed.'
Originally published as Transperth bus driver charged after a pedestrian was struck and killed
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